Morwenna hadn''t noticed the determined control in Stuart''s eyes.


    She was too frazzled, her thoughts swirling in chaos.


    In her confusion, she found herself at Stuart''s side, instinctively clutching at the sleeve of his jacket.


    Stuart didn’t push her away.


    Meanwhile, reporters had started to gather around.


    The heir to the Hetfield family in Rosefrost Hollow involved in a car ident was no minor news.


    Many onlookers noticed Morwenna clutching at the corner of Stuart’s jacket, sparking spection.


    For years, aside from some rumors with Adide Gagher, no woman had gotten close to him.


    Who was this girl suddenly appearing by his side?


    A bold reporter quickly snapped a photo. Out of caution, he only captured Morwenna''s back, not


    daring to photograph her face.


    Stuart didn''t mind appearing in the newspapers, but the reporter hadn''t confirmed whether he


    wanted this girl by his side to be exposed to the camera’s lens.


    Stuart was known as a real tough nut, so this small-time reporter didn''t want to gamble on this


    uncertainty.


    Other reporters probably shared the same sentiment.


    It wasn’t until an ambnce took them away that the crowd of reporters dispersed.


    Once in the ambnce, Morwenna saw only a doctor inside.


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    The doctor quickly examined Stuart''s injuries and sighed in relief, "Stuart, it’s not too bad, just some


    deep cuts from ss shards on your back that we need to remove at the hospital."


    Hearing this made Morwenna tense up.


    Stuart merely grunted nonchntly.


    The doctor then leaned toward Morwenna and said cheerily, "Hey Mrs. Hetfield, I''m Fletcher,


    Stuart’s good friend."


    His sudden closeness startled Morwenna.


    She had been preupied with Stuart and initially didn’t want to engage.


    Considering Stuart''s friends and recalling those she had seen at thest gathering, she wasn’t too


    fond of them.


    But this man called her Mrs. Hetfield, and Stuart didn''t say a thing against it.


    Morwenna looked at Stuart, herrge eyes filled with evident confusion.


    Stuart casually exined, "He knows about our marriage."


    Only then did Morwenna greet Fletcher, "Hello, Dr. Vaughn."


    Fletcher smiled warmly, his eyes curiously studying Morwenna.


    This was the special woman.


    He''d seen her pictures from recent investigations, but meeting her in person, she had a totally


    different energy.


    She was so clear like a mountain stream.


    No wonder she was Stuart''s calm in the storm.


    They soon arrived at Healing Streams Medical Center.


    Morwenna was surprised by the ward’s setup, almost identical to Stuart’s room.


    Fletcher exined, "Don’t be rmed, Mrs. Hetfield. This is Stuart’s private room."


    Morwenna immediately tensed, "Why does he have a private room? Is he sick?"


    Fletcher was at a loss for words and couldn’t mention the insomnia. Knowing certain details could


    cause trouble.


    He quickly changed the subject, "Ahem, a minor issue that has been resolved. Let’s focus on


    removing the ss shards now."


    Hearing this, Morwenna looked at Stuart’s bloodied back, temporarily putting her questions aside.


    Stuart’s back and arms were covered in wounds. And she waspletely unharmed...


    At that moment of the crash, he had protected her entirely.


    Fletcher prepared the medical tools and began removing the ss from Stuart’s back.


    The process inevitably caused further tearing of the wounds, staining his shirt with blood.


    Stuart seemed indifferent.


    Fletcher worked carelessly, his hands covered in blood, yet he still wore a gentle smile, unnervingly


    calm.


    In Fletcher''s mind, there was nothing to worry about. The severity of the ident was perfectly


    controlled without serious harm. There were just minor injuries for a strategic ploy.