Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 212

Chapter 212 Lifesaver

Enelle initially glanced at William's abdominal wound, but it was too obscured by blood to see clearly. His face had paled from blood loss, accentuating the intensity of his brows

and eyes

"Ms. Swanson is seriously injured. It's only natural for Mr. Swanson to attend to her first," Emelle replied.

Willum's gaze swept over her face as he remarked coldly, "You're quick to defend him."

The doctor readied himself and approached Emelie's bed with an anesthetic syringe in hand. "Please refrain from speaking now. We're about to start stitching." Emelie nodded, pressing her lips and holding her breath.

On the other side, William's doctor remarked, "This isn't good. There's still bleeding. We need to prepare for surgery to check for internal injuries."

Knowing William's identity, the doctor dared not be negligent. "Mr. Middleton, you need surgery immediately," the doctor insisted.

Standing beside William, Ashton appeared anxious and worried. "Doctor, you must save Mr. Middleton!"

William raised his hand to signal for silence. The nurses were ready to wheel him to the operating room, but he motioned for them to wait a moment.

Once Emelie was numbed with anesthesia, the doctor started stitching her wound. Emebe kept her eyes tightly shut

Although she couldn't feel the pain, she could unmistakably sense the needle and thread passing through her flesh. Her brows furrowed as she endured it, unaware that William was observing her the entire time.

The doctor completed five stitches in total. When he finally said, "All done," Emelie's entire body relaxed. She sank back onto the bed, exhausted, with a sheen of sweat on her

forehead.

The doctor asked, "You'll need to remain in the hospital for two days for TV antibiotics. Do you have any family members here?"

Before Emelie could respond, William interjected, "Ashton, handle her paperwork."

"Yes, Mr. Middleton, I'll take care of it. But your wound can't wait any longer," Ashton said urgently, noting that William's bandage was stained with blood once again.

Willian glanced at Emelle one last time Seeing her resting with her eyes closed, he finally allowed the nurse to wheel him away.

After seeing William off to the operating room, Ashton returned to retrieve Emelie's ID for the admission paperwork. Emelle was then moved to a VIP room.

It wasn't at Emelie's request; her injury only required an IV drip and didn't justify a VIP room. However, since Ashton had already arranged it, she didn't object

"Emelie, rest up first. I'll wait in the operating room for Mr. Middleton. He's in rough shape but insisted on seeing you stitched up before his surgery.

"Excessive blood loss is very risky. If anything were to happen to him under my watch, I wouldn't know how to face Mr. Middleton Senior and Mrs. Middleton..."Ashton rambled Emelie murmured softly, "Go ahead. I'm fine here."

Ashton hurried away, and Emelie released a breath. The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, so she didn't feel any pain.

The medication appeared in have a sedative effect, and she started to feel drowsy. She didn't fight the urge to sleep and closed her eyes.

After the traumatic events, she boce lingering psychological scars.

In her dreams, she found herself back on the village road. The sky was gray, people fled in panic as aggressive dogs attacked, and the sound of a gunshot reverberated through the

Bang-

Emelie jolted awake. At that moment, there was a stir in the hospital room. She glanced toward the door in confusion and saw a nurse wheeling William's bed into her room. Instantly, she snapped awake, "What are you doing in my room?" she asked.

12 William's voice was hoarse. "I'm paying for the hospital stay. Can't be here?"

"Your room"

Emelie realized she had only given Ashton her ID, not her bank card. She reached over to press the nurse call botton. "I' have

"I' have the nurse move me to a different room.

William's expression hardened, his demeanor showing a hint of impatience. "Why all the drama? Weren't you the one who risked your life to save me back in Blossom Clove?" Emelle paused. For once, she didn't deny it. Instead, she asked with genuine concem, "Mr. Middleton, is your injury serious?"

William glanced at her, somewhat surprised by her response. His tone softened as he replied, "There's no internal damage. The wound has been stitched up. It's nothing serious. He adjusted his position on the bed, gazing at her with an inscrutable expression. "Are you worried about me?"

As the anesthesia began to wear off, Emelle started feeling the pain. She gripped her arm and replied, "I did go to save you."

William had initially expected her to deny it. "I hadn't swing my bag at that moment, Mr. Middleton, you'd definitely be more severely injured right now. So, in a way, I'm your

Willie simply looked at her, waiting to hear her next words,

Tople tumed barn head slightly. "As a favor in return, please delete my photo."

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