John started to feel anxious as the thunder rumbled menacingly outside and he threw the pen in his hand onto the ground.
Wes stole a glance outside of the window and lightning flashed across the dark sky. Followed by it was a massive downpour that dripped heavily on the glass windows.
He pursed his lips and carefully reminded John, “Sir, Madam is still…”
Before he managed to finish his sentence, John glared at him coldly and he became too afraid to continue speaking.
He had good intentions but it was not worth provoking John because of this.
John was already annoyed and now that Wes reminded him about it, he could not stop thinking about Olivia who was still kneeling in the garden.
He was anticipating seeing the woman begging, but she was surprisingly quiet, as if she was admitting guilt to her actions.
This made him even more irritated until the point where he did not even know why.
Just as he stood up to take a glance through the window, someone knocked on the study room door and Dorothy’s timid voice came from outside.
“Johnny… I am a little scared, can you accompany me?”
Her body was weak, she was a timid person all along, and it was inevitable for her to feel nervous under such bad weather.
He then stood up and opened the door and supported the frail Dorothy.
Seeing her pale face and the terrifying state she was in, he felt so sorry for her.
“Dolly, you are still injured, why did you leave your room?”
Dorothy leaned on him and bit her lip. “I didn’t want to trouble you, but I am really terrified by the lightning and thunder… They bring back some painful memories to me…”
‘Painful memories?’
John was stunned. ‘Olivia said the same thing before.’
“Johnny, my legs are getting wobbly and my chest hurts, can you carry me back?”
John nodded and bent down to carry her up.
Back in the guest room, John sat by the side of the bed and let Dorothy lean in his arms while he comforted her. “Sleep well, I will be here with you.”
Dorothy was upset when she saw John not sitting in bed but she dared not force him either.
At that point, another thunderstruck came through and Dorothy exclaimed out of fear and hugged John’s arm tightly. “Johnny… I’m scared.”
“I… I can see my mother beating me up, sob… she’s hitting me with the broom and I am covered in blood, I’m afraid…”
John was already in a mess mentally and it got worse once Dorothy started crying. At the same time, he felt pitiful towards her when she was sobbing about her sorrowful past.
“Don’t be afraid, I am here.”
“Johnny, it’s good to have you.”
She lay in his arms and murmured.
Yet in her heart, she was as triumphant as ever.
‘Heh, Olivia Larson, don’t even dream about Johnny saving you. I shall see what you can do this time!’
The heavier the rain and the louder the thunder, the more excited Dorothy was.
If this went on, let alone someone who had knife wounds, even if it was a healthy person, he or she might not be able to endure it.
Once she looked up, she found John staring out of the window and her mood soured immediately.
‘How can he still think about the b*tch out there now?’
She frowned and made a painful expression then said in a weak tone, “Johnny, my chest hurts…”
“Does your wound hurt?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know, it’s just a throbbing pain.”
Tears fell out of her eyes once again while she was speaking, as if she was heavily wronged.
“Johnny, I am sorry, it’s because of me that’s why you are in such an awkward situation, not to mention causing a conflict between you and Liv… Is she okay?”
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