Goodbye, My Love

Loraine waved her hand.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll just move out.”

“No way!” Rowan halted her proposal immediately.

“It’ll be too much of a risk for you to live alone.”

“I’m not a child. I can fend for myself. Besides, you wouldn’t have to deal with me bothering you all the time.” Loraine acted Like a spoiled girl as she held his arm.

As soon as she grabbed onto his arm, his face contorted into a painful wince, as the muscles in his arm tightened.

Loraine let go quickly, fearing that something was wrong. “What’s wrong with your arm?”

Rowan held his arm tightly, turning away from her and replying in a flat, dismissive tone. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

“Something seems to be wrong. Tell me what’s going on!” Loraine felt the anxiety rush through her heart and she knew one way to make him talk.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll go ask Grandpa!”

She was ready to storm to Aldo’s room as she said this.

Rowan noticed how tense she was and held her hand, attempting to calm her nerves. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Lorrie, seriously. Don’t worry about me. It’s just a small injury. I have been in the military for years now. It’s normal to get injured every once in a while. It’s not a big deal, I promise.”

Loraine stared at him, unconvinced. “You better not be lying to me. If it’s just a small injury, why did they send you back home out of the blue?”

Rowan sighed, rolling up his sleeve to show his arm that was bandaged.

He hadn’t expected his niece to be so observant, but it would be useless to hide anything from her now.

“Just look yourself, then. I told you, it’s just a little bit of damage. The higher-ups were concerned about me, so they sent me back to inspect the smart city project. I’m using the time off to rest and heal.”

Loraine’s worry faded as she inspected his bandaged arm.

“Okay. I’m still worried about it, though. We should go to the hospital.”

Rowan was a strong man, and wasn’t someone to cave so easily, but he was completely hopeless when it came to his niece. After some persuasion, Loraine dragged her uncle to the hospital.

As the saying goes, enemies are bound to meet. They bumped into Slater in the corridor, who was having the dressing on his wound replaced.

Since his father had beaten him, Slater had been staying in the hospital and was yet to fully heal.

Slater felt the fire of hatred ignite inside of him as he saw his opponents, the ones responsible for what happened to him.