Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 997

Chapter 997

In Warren‘s eyes, this was the most serious thing. 

This man was not targeting Weston– it was Weston who had acted so brazenly and was severely injured while protecting Stella – giving him a reason to make things difficult for Stella. 

Weston would, of course, wouldn‘t grant him the chance. 

Putting on a calm expression, he asked, “Is there anything else you want to say, Grandfather?” 

Apart from the moment his face turned pale when the acid hit him, he behaved no differently than his usual, stoic self. 

Warren sullenly surveyed him and only waved his hand.” Nothing. Stella was scared, right? You take her up to rest.” 

Throughout the whole process, Weston did not show any abnormality. 

He brought Stella upstairs. Under the light, Stella saw the man‘s face. It was as handsome as ever, albeit with a little innate indifference. 

The side of his face was so sharp that he looked like he‘d reject someone even without looking at them. 

She finally could not resist and asked, “...Are you really alright?” 

She knitted her brows tightly, looking very worried. 

He lowered his eyes and looked at her. His gaze had softened a little, not as cold as before. 

He rubbed her head and did not say anything. 

As soon as they returned to their room, his hand slowly slumped down, and he croaked in a hoarse voice, “Go get the doctor.” 

Those words started her, and her face turned grim immediately. “You are hurt! Why didn‘t you say so just now?” 

He smiled, but his face was a bit pale. “I will explain later. Get the doctor quick.” 

Not delaying one bit, she grabbed his phone and frantically looked for the family doctor‘s number. 

When the doctor came, he avoided being seen by Warren. 

In the bedroom on the third floor–Unable to understand why he was silent, Stella asked Weston, “Why didn‘t you say something when you were hurt?” 

He chuckled and took her into his arms. “It really doesn‘t hurt...” 

She waited patiently beside him. Only when the doctor arrived did she stand up and step aside. 

He sat on the sofa and tossed the jacket aside casually. The skin on his right side had already burned through. There was a burn mark on his white silk shirt. 

She gasped at the sight before her. 

No wonder she didn‘t see it. As long as he blocked that area with his arm, it was basically invisible. 

Just looking at it felt painful. 

The doctor also frowned when he saw this. “How long has this been left untreated?” 

With a shrug, Weston instructed the doctor instead. “It‘s no big deal. Oh, remember to avoid them on your way out. Don‘t let anyone see you, and don‘t let anyone know I‘m injured.” 

Stella‘s eyes flickered. 

Then she felt a bit bitter. 

Had he remained mum on how badly injured he was because he didn‘t want Guinevere to be responsible?