Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 147

It was as if a pristine ice sculpture had fallen to earth, shattering on impact. Marguerite lowered her gaze, a strange feeling stirring within her. When she’d seen the cold glint of that knife, she hadn't felt fear. But George… wasn't he afraid?

Outside the Sichuan restaurant, Aaron called the police and then Theobald.

Theobald was already home, working on the sofa. He used to work in his study, but after learning that George worked on the sofa, he had tried it and found it surprisingly comfortable.

"What's wrong, Aaron?" Theobald asked. Calling him by his full name felt more natural.

"Theobald, Mr. Spencer got hurt protecting Marguerite. They're on their way to the hospital. You should go see him."

Theobald’s cool expression faltered. "What happened?"

Aaron quickly summarized the incident, explaining that they had been attacked by a man with a knife after dinner. The attacker's identity was too complicated to explain in a few words, so he left it out.

Theobald’s first thought was, "Is Marguerite okay?"

"Marguerite's fine."

His second thought was, "Marguerite took you to dinner and didn't invite me?"

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The nearest hospital was only a kilometer away. This time it wasn't KANYO, but S.S. Hospital, a private facility George had invested in.

The wound was deep, the bone faintly visible. As the doctor cleaned it, George didn't even flinch, though a fine sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead.

The burly bodyguard, however, was a wreck, his face contorted in pain. "Doctor, be gentle! A little gentler, please!" he pleaded. "He's lost so much blood! He'll need a steak the size of a car tire to make that up!"

After cleaning, the wound needed stitches, for which he was given an anesthetic. But the bodyguard was still distraught. "Oh, there there, don't be scared. It'll be over in a minute!"

"It's hard to say," the doctor replied without pausing. "With proper care and scar cream later on, it might not."

"What's proper care?" Marguerite asked intently.

"Avoid strenuous activity at first, keep it dry to prevent infection. Later, when the scab forms, don't pick at it. You can gently massage the area to promote blood circulation."

Marguerite committed it all to memory. "Okay, I understand."

Behind his glasses, George’s eyes were fixed on her, his breathing shallow. She's worried about him.

This little injury, he thought, was worth it.

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