The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 163

Rebecca stifled a snort of annoyance.

She knew exactly what Dylan was doing—using her as an excuse to get rid of Linda. The man was as calculating as they came, she thought to herself.

Still, even if Dylan had managed to send Linda away, it wasn’t as if he came out unscathed. After all, that cup of hot water from earlier had landed squarely on his arm—he was probably burned pretty badly.

Rebecca glanced at his arm, then asked, a little hesitantly, “Mr. Carter, it looks like you’re hurt. Maybe we should get you to a hospital?”

She expected him to brush her off—after all, he hadn’t even flinched when the water spilled. But to her surprise, he replied without missing a beat, “Alright. That water was supposed to be for you, but now my arm’s burned because of you. Since this whole mess started because of you, you’re responsible.”

“What?” Rebecca stared at him, completely bewildered. She was supposed to be responsible?

How did this even make sense?

Her eyes went wide with disbelief and confusion. This was clearly his own bad luck...

Before she could protest, Dylan was already striding toward the door. “Come on,” he called over his shoulder.

Rebecca froze for a second, then hurried after him, helpless to do anything else.

Dylan was silent the whole way to the car. He sat in the back seat, his brow furrowed in pain from the burn.

Rebecca scoffed inwardly. Now you remember it hurts? Just a minute ago, you were acting like nothing happened. Such a show-off.

When they reached the hospital, Rebecca quickly went to the reception desk to get him checked in.

She thought she’d just find any random doctor for him, but to her shock, Dylan walked straight to the door of William Thomson’s office.

Rebecca nearly panicked. The last thing she wanted was for her William to see her here. She hesitated at the doorway, searching for an excuse. “Mr. Carter, this is the orthopedics department. You have a burn—you should be in dermatology, shouldn’t you?”

But Dylan replied, “Who says an orthopedic doctor can’t treat a burn?”

Rebecca had no comeback for that.

She shot him a look, her expression tense, eyes flicking urgently at him in silent plea.

He seemed to catch on—Rebecca was clearly hiding something. Deciding not to ask questions for now, he simply nodded and turned his attention to his patient.

“Sir, please have a seat. Let me take a look at your injury,” William said.

Dylan sat down, rolled up his sleeve, and extended his arm.

William examined the burn carefully, asking as he worked, “How did this happen?”

“Just an accident with some hot water,” Dylan replied flatly.

William frowned. “This needs proper treatment, or it could get infected.”

Rebecca stood to the side, so nervous she barely dared to breathe.