Chapter 173

---- Chapter 173 "Ouch!" Gideon clutched his hand in pain and dropped into a squat. His face went pale as cold sweat broke out on his forehead. "That fucking hurts!" "I'm so sorry," Giselle apologized. Seeing how much pain he was in, she felt guilty. "I didn't see your hand there. I didn't mean to slam the door like that. I'm sorry." She quickly checked his hand. His long fingers were badly pinched and deeply indented. Although the skin wasn't broken, the bruising underneath looked serious.

Unlike other body parts, fingers were directly connected to the nerves. Therefore, the pain from an injury like this would be intense and immediate. "I'm taking you to the hospital right now." Without waiting for a reply, Giselle helped him into the front passenger seat and then jumped behind the wheel. She floored the gas, spun the car around, and sped toward the hospital. Luckily, the top-tier private hospital where Tony worked as a deputy director wasn't far.

She ran two red lights and got there in under ten minutes. Once they arrived, she rushed Gideon to the emergency department. The doctor said they needed an X-ray first to see if any bones were damaged. While they waited, Gideon tried to tough it ---- out. However , his face grew paler as he groaned softly from time to time. Having slammed her fingers in a door before, Giselle understood the pain. The thought made her feel worse, so she kept apologizing. "I'm sorry. It's my fault.

I can't believe I didn't see your hand there." Gideon, secretly enjoying her guilt, groaned even louder on purpose . He played up the helpless victim act. "Could you... Blow on it? Might make it feel a little bette: As he spoke meekly, he held out his injured hand in front of her. "Please help me out." "What?" Giselle gave him a look of pure disgust. "When I was little, my mom would always blow on my injuries.

It always worked, and the pain just went away," Gideon said, sounding a little sentimental. "Your mom?" Giselle replied. He nodded with a touch of sadness in his eyes. "My mom passed away when I was five." "T'm sorry," Giselle quickly apologized, realizing she had unintentionally brought up something painful. Perhaps it was out of guilt, but she reached out for the hand he was holding out. She didn't blow on it but gave it a comforting squeeze instead.

Just as she let go of his hand and glanced up, she saw two familiar figures walking down the spiral staircase. They were ---- Donovan and Anne. Giselle spotted Anne clinging intimately to Donovan's arm. He was on the phone as they walked, but he didn't shrug her off. They looked just like a couple. She wondered why they would appear at the hospital together and what they were doing there. Her heart suddenly started pounding for no reason.

She logically tried to look away from Donovan, but she couldn't help it. Maybe it was the pull between them. Donovan had his back turned and his phone in hand, heading toward the entrance. Even so, he subconsciously turned around, and their eyes locked.