Chapter 1101
Darwin was a bit shocked.
Following Rex's wide-eyed stare, he glanced at his own wrist.
His black shirt cuff was soaked in blood. Bright red drops fell from his palm to the ground.
"Uncle Darwin!" Rex called out, looking scared.
"It's nothing," Darwin said, shaking his head.
"How could it be nothing with all that blood? I'm calling an ambulance!" Rex insisted.
"No need!" Darwin quickly stopped him.
"I got hurt earlier. Probably just reopened the wound. I can handle it." His voice turned cold. He pulled out his wallet, took out all the cash, and placed it on the bench. "Take this money and pay me back when your grandma gets home."
"Uncle Darwin," Rex said, worried.
"Don't worry, it's minor. I'll take care of it." Darwin looked around. "Where's the restroom?"
Rex pointed.
Darwin headed straight there.
The restroom smelled of sandalwood incense, freshly cleaned.
He entered a stall, unbuttoned his cuff, and saw the long, healing wound on his wrist had reopened.
His face darkened as he stared at the bleeding cut.
He remembered that morning. He didn't know why he was in the restroom, but hearing Fiona's voice at the door snapped him back to reality. By then, the razor blade had already cut his wrist.
Luckily, the noise outside came just in time, and the cut wasn't too deep.
He stayed calm, answering Fiona's questions like nothing happened.
Then, he quickly treated the wound and went downstairs as usual.
Later, Darwin thought about it.
Why did he do that?
He anonymously consulted some psychologists.
The most common diagnosis was PTSD.
Expressionless, Darwin watched the blood beads on his wrist, then grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and pressed it against the wound.
He almost used up the whole roll.
At least the bleeding stopped.
When Darwin left the restroom, both Rex and the money were gone.
He didn't mind.
With that money, Rex wouldn't go hungry.
He stood there, thinking.
He ordered some wound care supplies online.
When filling out the address, he almost instinctively put down the downtown apartment at Starry Century, where he used to live with Fiona.
He then hailed a cab to Starry Century.
By the time he arrived, the items were already hanging on the door.
Darwin unlocked the door with his fingerprint and pushed it open.
Starry Century had cleaning services twice a week, so it was still spotless.
The flower shop still delivered flowers regularly, signed for by the cleaning lady, who would then trim and arrange them in the vase.
Even though years had passed, it was like time had stopped at Starry Century.
Dragging his tired body, Darwin walked to the sofa and sat down.
Then, methodically, he treated his wound, wrapping it with gauze layer by layer, making sure it wouldn't reopen.
After finishing it, Darwin looked down and saw the bloodstains on his shirt had smeared onto the sofa.
He reacted like he'd seen a ghost.
He stood up and quickly wiped the bloodstain, as if he'd be punished for dirtying the place.
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