Chapter 361 Will It Leave a Scar?
The air reeked of burnt leather. The seat by the window was a mess, still bubbling, and the backrest was splattered and corroded beyond recognition.
If Anthony hadn't slammed the brakes just in time, diverting the sulfuric acid meant for Winona, it would've been her face melting now.
Winona and Rebecca were squished against the other side of the car door, both with burns on their arms.
When Anthony yelled, Winona instinctively reached for the window, but halfway through, she realized it was too late; the window was too slow. That split second of hesitation was enough for the other side to get ready, so when she pulled back, it was already unavoidable.
At the last moment, Rebecca yanked her, taking the hit from the splashing acid on her hand.
The car sped off, leaving behind a few wind-swept leaves and a harsh warning, "Watch out, this is just a taste."
Anthony stopped the car and quickly tossed his shirt to Winona. "Wipe the acid off the burns."
He glanced at Rebecca's arm, red and severely burned. "Careful not to scrape the skin. Got any water in the car?"
"In the trunk."
Rebecca was in so much pain she felt like she was splitting apart, her eyes red like a rabbit's. She was holding back tears purely out of rationality, thinking it would be too embarrassing for an adult to cry over some pain. "Will it leave a scar?"
Winona focused on cleaning her wound. "No, I'll get you the best dermatologist and the most expensive medicine."
Anthony's shirt was soft and highly absorbent, causing no further harm to the skin.
Rebecca was in so much pain she could barely speak. Every time Winona wiped, she flinched. "You have sulfuric acid on you as well, quickly wipe it off.."
"Okay."
Winona agreed but didn't stop her actions, continuing to clean Rebecca's wounds until Anthony came over with a bottle of mineral water. Only then did she start to clean her own.
She had only a few splashes, which were minor compared to Rebecca's long, severe burn.
Anthony crouched down, opened the bottle of mineral water, and poured it over Rebecca's wrist and wound.
The moment the water touched the wound, Rebecca gasped in pain, and the tears she had been holding back started to fall uncontrollably.
Hearing her soft sobs, Anthony looked up and saw Rebecca's tear-streaked face, pitifully staring at him—or more accurately, at his bare chest.
Anthony remained silent.
Although it was common for men to be shirtless, he hadn't been shirtless in public since he could remember. The situation was urgent, and this wasn't his car, so he didn't know if there were any towels or tissues. He had just taken off his shirt and thrown it over.
Now he felt awkward, especially since Rebecca was staring at him without any reservation.
"Miss Davis, please restrain yourself."
Before he could finish, Rebecca started teasing, "Mr. Lewis, I didn't expect someone who sits in an office all day to have a muscular build."
"Ever seen a lawyer who just sits in the office all day? Think witness testimonies just fall into your lap?"
"With your looks and build, wouldn't you rake in more cash as a celeb?" Then she could openly admire his handsome face. If he were a nobody, especially someone she knew, Anthony would probably think she was a creep.
Anthony stood up, cracked open a new bottle, and handed it to her. "Hate to break it to you, Miss Davis, but I make more dough as a lawyer than I would as a star."
Rebecca fell silent.
The joke was on her.
Anthony said, "Rinse it yourself. I gotta make a call."
He called Zachary, reported the car's license plate, and gave a quick rundown of what went down. "We're on the mountain road near Everglade Penitentiary."
One bottle of mineral water was used up.
Anthony asked Rebecca, "Still hurt?"
"With a wound this big, what do you think?" She looked up, her eyes meeting Anthony's well-defined chest muscles.
Her throat felt dry, and her hands were itching. What should she do?
Probably because she had been staring too long, Anthony noticed and frowned slightly as he looked at her.
Rebecca quickly lowered her eyes, only to be confronted with his tight six-pack abs and the V-line disappearing into his waistband.
What had she done to deserve this torture?
Rebecca covered her nose in agony and looked up at him. "Don't stand so close to me."
Anthony remained silent.
He walked a few steps away, looked down at his watch.
Zachary arrived quickly, accompanied by two other cars. He didn't waste any time and stopped the car in front of Winona. "Get in."
Anthony took a shirt from the trunk, put it on, and then got into the car. The doctor was disinfecting Rebecca's wound, and she was trembling in pain, biting her lower lip so hard it left teeth marks, still worried about scarring.
The doctor said, "You should consult a burn specialist. If you don't have a tendency to form keloids, the scar won't be too noticeable."
Rebecca said, "Then I finally have a good excuse to get the tattoo I've always wanted."
The car fell silent, including Winona, who was about to speak. No girl liked scars, and Rebecca said this just to make her feel less guilty.
Not wanting her to worry while injured, Winona went along with her. "Then I'll find you a top-notch tattoo artist." But she was already thinking about where to buy the best scar removal cream.
Because they had treated the burns promptly, they weren't severe enough to require a hospital visit. Zachary drove straight back to Regal Oaks, arranged rooms for Anthony and Rebecca, and took Winona to the master bedroom on the second floor.
He placed her on the bed, squatted down, and looked at the glaring red burn on her fair arm. Finally, he spoke the second sentence since seeing her, "Does it hurt?"
Winona said, "It's okay, not as bad as before."
But burns hurt more than regular injuries. She probably didn't feel much now because the doctor had applied some pain-relieving medication.
Zachary sat on the edge of the bed, his voice unusually tense. "You scared me."
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