Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 882

Marcus holstered his gun, deciding to spare the man’s life. After all, with his legs wounded, he wouldlikely pose no further threat.

Marcus’ gaze shifted to Millie, her appearance disheveled, dust-covered, and with red marks on herneck. He couldn’t help but feel regretful that he hadn’t arrived sooner to protect her.

Gazing at the wound on Roland’s thigh, Millie expressed her concern.

“Roland, I’ll take you to the hospital.” He was injured because of her.

Roland remained lying there, his eyes appearing distant, almost as if he was disconnected from thepain. This marked his first encounter with a real gun, and it happened to be in the possession of Millie’shusband.

Can regular people own a gun?

Upon Roland’s arrival at the hospital, the physician tended to his wound while Millie patiently waitedbeyond the confines of the medical chamber. With a frigid implement, the doctor carefully assessed thewound’s condition. Roland found himself grappling with acute discomfort, his brow beading withperspiration, yet he remained resolute, suppressing the instinct to vocalize his anguish. With unyieldingdetermination, he clenched his jaw, weathering the torment in silence.

“Resilient individual, aren’t you? Not a moan escaped your lips, even in the absence of anesthetic,”remarked the doctor,

Once the process of binding the wound concluded, the doctor offered a commendatory thumbs-up toRoland.

Casting a glance towards the entrance where Millie stood, Roland proclaimed with a swelling sense ofpride, “It’s but a trifling matter. A mere nibble is akin to an ant’s bite.”

However, bystanders, upon hearing his nonchalant claim and observing his countenance contorted byagony, could discern his embellishment.

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The doctor gently shook his head, exiting the room with a benevolent smile, as Millie entered to takehis place.

“I must extend my apologies. Your sacrifice in my stead led to your injury,” Millie expressed withgenuine remorse.

Roland, appearing fatigued and worn, bore the effects of being assailed by the venomous insect theprevious night, his body still displaying traces of the encounter, Now, his Limb bore the additional marksof an incision.

“I assure you, I am well. Adversity is a mere companion on the path of gallant men, Scars, in essence,are the medals of masculinity.

In the midst of Millie’s rueful gaze, Roland’s demeanor radiated an aura of self-assured pride.

“Though I may not stand in the shadow of your husband’s stature, and despite the presence of thosewho hold unfavorable opinions, I refuse to avert my gaze from mortality. Spare yourself the burden ofapology,” Roland declared, a steadfast affirmation of his unwavering commitment, Within Millie, adiscerning sentiment took root, recognizing that Roland had undergone a transformation into a state ofheightened maturity.

Millie had earlier communicated the situation to Hans and Delia. Presently, the duo arrived at themedical facility.

“Roland, how fares your leg? Will it render you incapacitated? A simple errand for a fish has culminatedin this injury. You nearly sent me into the depths of despair.”

Delia’s entrance was marked by the sight of her son‘s thigh enshrouded in layers of bandages, herdistress manifesting in the cascade of tears that ensued.

Despite Delia’s customary reproach for Roland’s indolence, the prospect of his injury nearly sent herspiraling into a faint; after all, the journey to conceive him had demanded its toll.