Chapter 219


    ra had barely caught her breath from the shock when she heard Ian call out her name. In a


    daze, she walked over to his bedside, gazing at him for a few seconds before saying, "My wound is


    fine, but you''re really hurt. You need to rest up."


    Without warning, Ian pulled her into his embrace and ripped open her blouse. A white bandage


    clung to her pale back. Beneath the bandage, the outeryer of skin was damaged, and the petal


    birthmark had vanished without a trace.


    As Ian stared at ra''s wound, a numb pain spread through his heart. He knew this attack had


    been meant for her. Destroying the birthmark had been the perpetrator''s true intention. This meant


    that someone besides him and Edwin knew ra was May''s daughter.


    Ian''s cold fingertips gently brushed ra''s skin. His voice sounded husky as he asked, "Does it


    hurt?"


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    ra shook her head slightly. "The doctor said if you hadn''t rinsed it with water in time, it could have


    been much worse."


    Her mind was still filled with the image of Ian, one hand pressed against his own blood-gushing


    wound, the other holding a hose to wash the acid off her. The scene was so shocking it pained her


    heart. It sent shivers through her entire body.


    As ra lost herself in thought, Ian''s raspy voice cut through. "But it still breaks my heart, and I feel


    guilty. None of this would have happened if I hadn’t left you alone."


    Hisrge hand gently stroked her hair, his eyes full of barely concealed anguish. He was terrified by


    the thought of what could have happened if he hadn''t been there. What if she had been disfigured?


    At the thought, a tremor ran through Ian''s heart. He held ra tight, his burning lips pressing


    against her back. A broken whisper escaped his throat.


    "ra, I''m so scared. Can I just hold you for a while?"


    ra didn''t struggle and quietly leaned against Ian. Both were wounded, and any movement was


    unbearable.


    Their moment of tenderness, however, was short-lived. The door to the room swung open.


    Greta stood in the doorway, d in a crisp white suit. She immediatelyughed, covering her eyes


    at the sight before her. "Whoa, get a room, you two. Didn''t anyone teach you to lock the door?"


    Their hard-won privacy was disrupted, and Ian couldn''t help but be irritated. "Ever heard of


    knocking?"


    "Who knew you''d be so frisky after taking a hit to the back? Still can''t sit still, huh?"


    ra quickly stood up and called out, "Miss Greta."


    Gretaughed and pulled her close, asking with concern, "How’s your wound? Is it bad?"


    "It''s not too bad. It should heal up in a few days."


    "Don''t worry, I''ve already contacted a friend abroad, and she''s a stic surgeon. She can help you


    with the reconstructive surgeryter."


    This was ra''s first close encounter with Greta. People said she was unapproachable and


    reserved. But now, she seemed like the girl next door to ra.


    ra nodded with a smile. "Thank you, Miss Greta."


    "Miss Greta? That''s so formal. Just call me Gigi. I like the sound of that."


    "Okay, thanks, Gigi."


    Ian looked at Greta with disdain, "ra''s calling you ''Gigi'' now. What about the wee gift? ''Gigi''


    isn''t just a name for anyone."


    Greta smiled at ra. "So you two made up?"


    ra shook her head. "Not yet."


    "Then what wee gift should I give? Let''s wait until he''s won you over."


    With a yful raise of her eyebrows at Ian, Greta said, "Alright, I just came to check on behalf of


    Grandma Rose to see if you were still kicking. Since you don’t seem to need my care, I''ll be on my


    way."