Chapter 147


    Chapter 147 Carley Met with an ident


    After speaking, I stood up and continued, “Thank you for the breakfast, I have something else to do, I’ll


    leave first.”


    First it was the investment project, then the evidence of Ashley framing me years ago. I didn’t know if


    this could be considered as Walter’s gesture of goodwill, but for me, it didn’t matter anymore.


    “Ouch!” I stood up too abruptly, bumping into the waitress who was bringing the hot water. She lost her


    grip on the hot pot, and the scalding water spilled out, sshing mostly onto my arm. The pain made


    me gasp involuntarily.


    “Are you okay?” Walter quickly rolled up my sleeve, bending down to examine the burn on my arm, his


    brows furrowed in concern.


    Seeing his lightning-fast reaction and the rare look of heartache on his handsome face, I felt an


    indescribable surge of emotions for a moment.


    Turning away, I initially thought it wasn’t a big deal and was in a hurry to leave. I tried to push him away,


    but when my sleeve was rolled up by him, I suddenly saw arge red patch on my wrist. A feeling of


    numbness and pain swept over my entire arm.


    Walter’s brows furrowed fiercely, and he abruptly scooped me up in his arms. Ignoring the terrified


    waiter apologizing on the side, he headed straight for the restroom.


    I was still a bit dazed, not quite catching on, struggling, “Put me down, I can walk by myself, what are


    you doing…”


    Before I could finish speaking, he had already carried me to the sink, turned on the cold water, and


    ced my burned arm under the running


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    water.


    The cold ice water washed over the burnt area, somewhat alleviating the searing pain that was


    engulfing me.


    “Does it still hurt?” came the restrained, deep voice of Walter by my


    car.


    I shook my head, still half-embraced by him, which was truly


    awkward, especially with peopleing in and out of the restroom, ncing at us from time to time.


    Pausing for a moment, I shifted my body, slipping out from the arm he had around me, and muttered a


    low, “Thank you.”


    The people around me didn’t say a word, they just looked at my burn, their brows furrowed deeply. The


    area on my wrist where I was burned was red and swollen, with a few blisters forming, it didn’t look


    very pleasant.


    Thinking he was disgusted, I turned off the cold water, ready to leave.


    Just as I was about to lift my hand, my other wrist was seized by him. He then led me out of the


    restroom, his deep voice reaching my ears, “I’m taking you to the hospital.


    This person…


    It was a bit baffling.


    After he led me out of the restaurant and settled me in the car, he retraced his steps back to the


    restaurant. When he came out, he was holding a bag of something.


    On the car, as soon as he got on, he handed me the thing in his hand, saying in a deep voice, “Apply


    some ice first.”


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    Seeing that he handed me an ice pack, I was taken aback for a moment. I took the ice pack and


    muttered a soft, “Thank you.”


    He didn’t speak, fastened his seatbelt, and started the car.


    We arrived at the hospital and Walter led me straight to the doctor. It wasn’t a big deal, just a burn that


    had caused a few blisters. After the doctor treated it, he advised me not to touch water and to change


    the dressing regrly.


    In the corridor, Walter collected a small bag of medicine as per the doctor’s instructions. There were


    both oral and topical medications. If you didn’t know, you would think I had some serious illness and


    had be a pill bottle.


    Watching him collect the medicine, I felt embarrassed, “Did the doctor prescribe so much medicine?”


    He nodded, ncing sideways at my bandaged wrist, slightly bowing his head, his face calm and


    Simply didn’t say anything more.


    I had just left the hospital with him and was about to thank him and say goodbye.


    “Today…” The words were on the tip of his tongue when his phone suddenly started to vibrate.


    Seeing this, I stopped talking and let him answer the phone.


    He pulled out his phone, didn’t say much, slid the answer button, and asked into the phone, “What’s up,


    Dale?”


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    I didn’t know what was said on the other end of the phone, but a few secondster, I clearly noticed


    Walter’s sudden tension, even though


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    he restrained himself very well and said to the other end of the phone, “Alright, I’ll be right there.”


    Seeing him hang up the phone, instinctively, I asked, “What happened?”


    He put away his phone, his face somewhat grave, and said, “Grandma fell down from the attic.”


    I was stunned for a moment, she fell from the attic? The attic of the Hinton family’s old house was built


    on the west side of the library. Usually, it was the younger generation of the Hinton family who climbed


    up to watch the sunrise and sunset, or to read and pass the time. Because it was high, no one usually


    followed. Carley hardly ever went up there, so how could she suddenly fall from there.


    Pausing for a moment, I couldn’t help but express my concern, “How is grandma? Where did she fall?”