His Last Command Came Back to Kill Him novel Chapter 164

No matter how fractured their reality was, the undeniable truth remained: Clive had absorbed the brutal, physical damage that had been barreling toward her.

Whitley fell silent for a long moment before letting out a soft, "Yeah."

She acknowledged the debt.

But as for their marriage? It was dead in the water.

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Whitley wasn't heartless.

She wanted nothing more to do with Clive Sherwood, but given the sheer violence of what had happened, common courtesy dictated she make a phone call to check on his injuries.

Yet, in the end, she set her phone down.

It wasn't malice or spite.

It was a crystal-clear understanding of her own pathetic reality.

Clive had never cared for her. He had thrown himself in front of that horse under the desperate delusion that he was saving Yelena.

If she reached out now, offering concern, it would only be viewed as a desperate attempt to cling to him—a pathetic grab for attention. It would only end in humiliation.

She absolutely refused to offer her warmth to someone who only had ice for her.

Meanwhile, at Metropolitan Central Hospital.

Yelena had merely scraped against the paddock fence and sprained her ankle. Aside from a few superficial scratches, she was completely fine.

The one who had taken the full, devastating force of the impact was Clive.

Dragged across the unforgiving dirt, his arm had suffered a massive, jagged laceration that bled through the bandages. It took several stitches to close, and the skin on his back was a horrific canvas of raw abrasions.

Watching him endure the agonizing treatment, Yelena looked thoroughly traumatized and heartbroken. Completely ignoring the dull throb in her own ankle, she refused to leave the hallway outside the surgical suite. The moment he was bandaged and settled into a private room, she hovered over him, tending to his every need.

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