Ambush of the Quadruplets novel Chapter 1272

Doris,

Yes, that’s right. The whole thing lasted only three or four minutes, with a one–minute break in between. Can someone truly fight in such a short amount of time?

Mr. Adelmar also appeared calm and composed, not like someone who had just been in at fight.

If he had battled someone, wouldn’t he be sweating profusely after such a brief encounter?

Doris felt relieved.

The chauffeur started the car and returned to Starhill Garden.

Waylon came out of the rear seat and leaned in to help Doris out of the car.

“I can walk,” Doris admitted hesitantly. “I can manage on my own.”

“Are you sure?” Waylon asked, his brow slightly furrowed and his face cold.

“You can just lend me a hand,” Doris explained. “I only have minor injuries and no broken bones.”

“All right then,” Waylon said as he extended his enormous hand to support her, adding, “Be careful.”

They exited the car, entered the security entrance, and finally reached the elevator with his assistance.

Her knees were both burning with pain, and her flesh was torn.

Although her bones were not broken, she had fallen rather hard, and it was excruciatingly painful.

Doris‘ face had grown pale from pain by the time they reached the twelfth floor in the elevator.

Sweat was flowing down her brow, but she gritted her teeth and stood tall, not saying anything.

Waylon could sense her determination and could tell she was in a lot of pain.

He couldn’t insist because she didn’t want to be carried

In his heart, he thought, Her determination and tenacity are comparable to those of his family’s young martial sister.

Mrs. Flores was taken aback when she saw Doris’s condition when they first entered the house.

“Oh my, Doris, what happened to you?”

“It’s all my fault,” Waylon stated solemnly. “I didn’t take good care of her.”

Mrs. Flores asked, “How can you blame yourself?” “Wasn’t Doris out with Mr. Daniel?”

“Don’t mention it,” Doris said as she sat down on the sofa. “I ran into a jerk, just my bad luck.”

“Get some iodine and some cotton pads,” Waylon said to Mrs. Flores. “I’ll help her treat the abrasions.”

Mrs. Flores dashed off to get the first aid kit.

Waylon took out the iodine and cotton pads and gently wiped Doris‘ wounds.

Fortunately, the scratches were only superficial and not very deep, so she didn’t need a bandage.