Chapter 715 Too Old To Be Throwing Punches


    Skr jolted awake from her dreams and switched on the bedsidemp. The first rays of dawn were


    slowly filtering into the room, yet Tobias was nowhere to be found, and her WhatsApp showed no


    unread messages.


    Feeling parched, Skr slipped on her slippers and made her way downstairs in search of water, as


    the jug in her room had run dry. From the second-floornding, she could see that the light on the first


    floor was still illuminated. Tobias, dressed in a crisp white shirt, leaned against the couch. Several


    buttons were undone, revealing a blood-stained cor.


    She pinched her thighs firmly, the sharp pain confirming that this was not a figment of her imagination.


    Regaining herposure, Skr hastened down the stairs. Tobias nced up upon hearing the


    From her vantage point on the staircase, she noticed arge gash on Tobias'' arm. A medical kity on


    the coffee table, and he held a bandage in his other hand, attempting to dress the wound himself.


    Skr seized the iodine solution and asked, “What happened to you? Did you get into a fight? How did


    you end up with such a nasty cut on your arm? You''re too old to be throwing punches like those


    youngsters.”


    Tobias closed his eyes and replied wearily, “So, should I just stand there and let them beat me up


    because I''m older? I have to defend myself.”


    Skr''s head throbbed as his words sank in.


    She couldn''t fathom who would have the audacity toy a hand on him. After all, he was not someone


    to be trifled with.


    Skr delicately tended to Tobias'' wounds, gently applying the cotton soaked in iodine solution.


    Despite the obvious pain, Tobias maintained a stoicposure, disying an impressive threshold for


    pain.


    It made Skr wonder if he could endure the most intense levels of simtedbor pain with such


    unwavering resilience.


    “Who did this to you?” Skr''s voice carried a tinge of caution, wary of evoking feelings of shame


    within Tobias.


    In a gravelly voice, Tobias responded, “It was my brother. He got into a brawl at the bar. He reacted too


    slowly, failing to dodge a bottle thrown at him. So, I stepped in and took the blow instead.”


    Skr wasn''t entirely surprised by the revtion. Sheldon had always been a troublemaker, and she


    had heard that Tobias raised him single-handedly. Concern for Tobias'' future children began to weigh


    on her mind, contemting whether they might inherit any of Sheldon''s poor attitude.


    As she finished wrapping the bandage, Skr voiced her worry. “Shouldn''t we go to the hospital to


    have this stitched up? It would be dreadful if the wound became infected. I recall a neighbor who—”


    “No need. It''s just a cut. Instead, I have a question for you.” His interruption put an abrupt halt to her


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    well-intentioned concern, indicating his aversion to further admonishment.


    Skr diverted her gaze, a sense of impending dread washing over her as Tobias'' intense eyes locked


    onto hers.


    He motioned toward the couch, silently indicating for her to take a seat.


    Skr maintained aposed facade, summoning the courage to confront the issue head-on, despite


    the apprehension gnawing at her from within.


    Skr shed him an innocent smile as she adopted a sweet, gentle tone.