Chapter 79 I Just Want You to Be Well


    Chapter 79 I Just Want You to Be Well


    Eric wanted to say something, but Aiden stepped forward and blocked him at the door, giving him a


    cold yet polite smile.


    "Mr. Smith..."


    The people around him were at a loss.


    Eric stood there, feeling unwilling but helpless.


    Oliver and Caleb had been hiding in the dark. They saw Eric stamp his foot and leave with a grim


    expression.


    Once they were sure he wouldn''t return, Oliver rushed out with quick steps but was pulled back


    forcefully by Caleb.


    "What are you doing?"


    "I''m going to check on Noah!"


    "Don''t go." Caleb''s eyes darkened. "Ste and that doctor will be enough!"


    Oliver became anxious.


    Caleb patted his shoulder and chuckled. "If you really want to help Noah, let''s investigate that guy


    named Eric."


    Oliver''s eyes flickered before he vigorously nodded and quickly followed Caleb out of the venue.


    ...


    Liam slowly opened his eyes, greeted by a vast expanse of white.


    The room was filled with the scent of medicine, and in a daze, he heard the intermittent cries of a


    woman.


    His heart tightened, and he immediately tried to sit up, but a gentle hand pressed down on his shoulder.


    "Don''t move!" Ste''s voice was tearful. "You''re covered in injuries. You need to rest."


    Liam looked up at her.


    He didn''t know how long he had been sleeping, but the feeling of not being able to see her made it feel


    like centuries had passed.


    And now she was in front of him again.


    He held her hand and used his thumb to caress the back of her hand as usual. Her delicate face looked


    even thinner now, and herplexion was pale. Her eyes were swollen, evoking a sense of pity.


    "Honey..."


    "Did you forget our three rules?" Ste said anxiously, tears streaming down her face.


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    "I told you not to push yourself so hard. It doesn''t matter if you win or lose. I just want you to be fine.


    Have you forgotten all of this?"


    Liam smiled faintly.


    How could she know why he had stood motionless on stage, allowing his opponent to strike him?


    "I''m sorry for making you worry," he said hoarsely. "Once I recover, I''ll stand on the balcony and give


    you my boxing gloves. You can treat me as a punching bag and hit me as hard as you want until you


    feel relieved."


    "What nonsense are you talking about?" Ste sniffed and red at him reproachfully.


    She dipped a cotton swab in water and gently moistened his lips. Carefully observing the IV drip, she


    then peeled an apple into small pieces and fed him bit by bit.


    But she didn''t allow him to get out of bed and move around.


    Liam was aware of his physical condition, and such minor injuries didn''t render himpletely


    immobile.


    He just deeply enjoyed the tenderness and care Ste showed him, cherishing her annoyance and


    tears for his sake.


    No matter what she did, his deep gaze always followed her.


    His actions made Ste shy.


    "Why are you staring at me like that?" She pouted. "Are you unhappy with my care? Do you think you


    have the right to get yourself injured like this..."


    "No," he paused, "did I let you down?"


    "What?"


    "I lost the game and was beaten like this in front of everyone. Don''t you think it''s embarrassing?"


    "You..." Ste stared at him with her bright eyes.


    Her gaze held me and concern, but not embarrassment.


    "Why would you think that way?" She said in a gentle voice. "It''s just a match. What''s the big deal?


    Even if you be the world champion, you''re still my husband, and even if you have no fame or


    fortune...


    "You''re still my husband!"


    Liam''s heart skipped a beat.


    "Can you take my words seriously?" Ste looked at him. "I''ve said it so many times. I just want you to


    be well! As for other things, I don''t care at all!


    "Just stay well!"


    Ste, who was usually gentle, rarely wore such an unreasonable expression.


    But Liam liked it very much.


    He quietly watched her, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It was a rare, pure smile in his life.


    For a moment, he even itched to tell her his true identity.


    She said that no matter what, he was her husband.


    If she knew that he wasn''t Liam but Noah, would she still consider him her husband?


    He took a deep breath and suppressed this impulse.


    The struggle with Christopher was difficult and prolonged, like a boxing match with an uncertain


    oue.


    Before everything became clear, he couldn''t let her get involved in this mess.


    "Honey," he held her hand in his palm and smiled gently, "believe me, I will win next time."


    Ste was taken aback.


    "This is my promise to you." Liam''s expression was solemn. "I will do it."


    "Mm." She smiled too, oblivious to the hidden meaning behind his words.


    After the intravenous drip waspleted, Ste turned around and called for a nurse toe in.


    Liam noticed his phone lighting up.


    His eyes darkened, and when Ste came in, he asked her softly, "Honey, is there anything to eat?"


    "Are you hungry?" Ste looked at the clock. "Dr. Johnson said you should have liquid food. How about


    this? I''ll go home and make some oatmeal for you. I''ll be back soon."


    "Okay." Liam nodded lightly.


    Ste then hurried home.


    Not long after she left, Oliver and Caleb cautiously stuck their heads out from outside the hospital


    room.


    Liam snorted, and only then did the two men enter withughter.


    "Noah, were you trying to scare us?"


    Liam nced at them and smiled.


    "The injuries aren''t severe. What''s there to be afraid of? That person''s fists and kicks aren''t even as


    strong as my former sparring partners."


    "But even if the injuries aren''t severe, they''re still injuries!" Caleb expressed his concern. "Don''t forget,


    you still have the old injuries from the ne crash..."


    Aiden pushed the door open and came in to check on Liam. Confirming that he was fine, the doctor


    gave him some instructions.


    He saw Oliver and Caleb and nodded at them. After Aiden walked away, Oliver sneered disdainfully.


    "So, that''s the Mythosian doctor?"


    "Don''t talk nonsense!" Caleb winked at him. "Dr. Johnson helped Noah a lot when he was recuperating


    in that vige!"


    "But we can''t rule out the possibility!" Oliver was now on high alert. "What if he''s also someone sent by


    Christopher?"


    Liam''s eyes froze. "Did you find out anything?"


    "Noah, we investigated Eric, not Dr. Johnson. Don''t listen to Oliver''s nonsense!"


    Caleb cleared his throat and lowered his voice. "Well, we did some investigation, and Eric does seem


    suspicious. Part of the funding source for hispany is from the Martinez Group, but it''s well


    concealed. Ordinary people won''t be able to find it. Perhaps even your grandfather doesn''t know!"


    Liam''s fists tightened slightly.


    "I guess he appeared at thepetition venue that day to investigate you. After you were injured and


    taken backstage, he wanted to follow, but luckily, Ste stopped him!"


    "It''s because you look so much like Liam that you could take his ce." Caleb continued, "I think even


    if Eric realizes something, as long as Christopher doesn''t personally recognize you, he wouldn''t dare


    say anything."


    "Heh, Oliver doesn''t have time toe to Eldoria!" Oliver smirked. "He''s busy badmouthing you in front


    of your grandfather!"


    Liam frowned. "What did he say this time?"