Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 271

Chapter 271 His Concern

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Chapter 271 His Concern

I had not suffered any serious injuries. I had to thank Idris for not going too far, or else I might have been seriously hurt.

The doctor examined me and found nothing serious, but he said they needed to keep me under observation in the hospital. After all, a bone injury required more care, especially for a woman. It was more expensive to treat and needed to be treated carefully.

I did not have any objections and agreed.

Lying in the hospital bed, I felt exhausted after going hungry and cold for several days at the police station. Then, just as I had come out, I was injured by my ex-husband. I was truly physically and mentally exhausted.

Additionally, the doctor had given me some painkillers, and before long, I fell asleep on the hospital bed.

Perhaps the hospital bed was much more comfortable than the one in the police station, but I slept deeply this time and did not even dream much.

When I woke up, it was already nighttime. The pain in my waist was gone, and my brain, which had been a little groggy, had cleared up quite a bit. The ward was dimly lit, and a figure was sitting not far from

me.

I thought it was Uncle Marcus, so I gently shifted my body and said to the figure, "Uncle Marcus?"

He did not respond to me. Instead, he got up and walked toward me. The dim light and the fact that I was lying down made Uncle Marcus' figure seem unusually tall.

I did not pay much attention to it and pinched my brow as I said, "Uncle Marcus, I'm a bit hungry. Is there any food?"

He did not reply but left the ward. Seeing this, I did not think much about it. I closed my eyes and rested for a while. Maybe it was because I had been at the police station for so long these past few days, but after getting enough sleep, I felt like getting up to get some fresh air.

However, this was still a hospital. When I moved and sat up by the window, I realized that my waist had not fully recovered, but it did not affect my movement. Standing by the window and looking at the city lights outside, I could not help but take a deep breath.

The door to the ward opened, and I turned around, but the lights were suddenly turned on. After being in the dark for a long time, the sudden brightness was blinding. I squinted at the door and only saw a man in a black suit. I did not pay much attention because I was hungry, and I instinctively noticed the takeout box he was carrying.

Without overthinking, I took the takeout box and walked to the side, saying, "Uncle Marcus, you got back so quickly. I thought it would take a while. That police station is really not a nice place. I was so hungry and cold there..."

"Were they harsh to you?" Suddenly, a cold, deep male voice came from behind. I had just

taken a bite of the hot food, and before I could swallow, I was startled by the voice and choked.

"Cough, cough, cough!" I began to cough violently, and the person behind me hurriedly

handed me some water.

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I took it, took a sip, and cleared my throat.

Wiping away the tears from coughing, I looked at the handsome face before me and cleared my throat before saying, "What are you doing here?" I had been too focused on eating earlier and had not realized that it was Idris and not Uncle Marcus who had entered.

Idris did not answer my question but instead walked behind me. Seeing that I was feeling better, he finally spoke. "What did the people at the police station do to you?"

I shook my head and said, "Nothing, I was just spouting nonsense. Why are you here? Where's Uncle Marcus?" That was the question I was really concerned about.

Hearing me ask, he furrowed his brows slightly and said, "Uncle Marcus had some family matters to attend to, so I asked him to go back."

I see.

I responded, "Thank you for taking care of me. I'm fine now. You can go back."

After saying that, I was ready to continue eating. To be honest, I was really hungry. Officer Jackson had brought me some food, but because I had gone hungry for several days, he feared that I might eat too much too quickly and could not handle it, so he only let me have some plain oatmeal and crackers. It had been quite some time since then, and if I did not eat something soon, I felt like I would starve to death. Idris stood quietly beside me and did not move. He just watched me eat, occasionally handing me water or tissues to prevent me from choking.

I ignored him and let him be idle on the side.

After finishing all the food he had brought, my stomach was full and I felt relieved. I endured it for some time but finally released a burp.

I was in a good mood after a good sleep and a satisfying meal. I looked at Idris, who had been silently watching me the whole time, and saw some complex emotions in his dark eyes. I said, "Thank you for bringing the food. It was delicious."

Seeing the empty containers of food that I had devoured, Idris' brows furrowed. I thought he might be upset that the food was all gone, so I could not help but say, "I..."

"Ack..." Before I could say anything, he suddenly grabbed my hand and began checking it. Afterward, he abruptly lifted me and put me back on the bed, checking my legs and feet.

His actions baffled me, and I could not help but ask, "Idris, what are you doing?"

"Hungry? Cold? Who did this to you?" He finally spoke. His voice was hoarse, and his dark eyes were filled with a hint of tenderness as he examined me.