Rejected Heiress, Reigning Queen novel Chapter 118

"There is no private jet. I lied."

Julian spoke flatly, immediately resuming his ministrations.

The pain was so intense that Carter's skin flushed crimson, heavy beads of sweat clinging to his sharp jawline.

Yet, even through the torture, he forced the words out. "Julian, I— Ugh."

Julian purposely pressed down hard on a cut before snapping, "Keep it down. Don't wake her up. She hasn't slept properly in a week, her meals are a mess, and her stomach pills are half empty. Let her get some rest."

Carter's heart lurched with anxiety. What the hell had she been dealing with while he was gone?

A crushing wave of self-blame swallowed him whole. His guilt completely overshadowed the burning sting of the alcohol.

"As for flying her out, I was fully prepared to do it. But clearing international flight paths takes time. You're lucky I couldn't get clearance today."

Julian finished sanitizing the area and pulled out a small jar of ointment.

"Emma formulated this ointment herself. It's highly sought after abroad. It was originally designed for gunshot wounds, but it works miracles on general trauma. With this, your back should scab over in a day or two."

Jeff's eyes went wide with absolute shock. Mrs. Harrington was that brilliant?

Carter's injuries were catastrophic; his flesh was practically shredded. The Harrington doctors had worked on him for three days just to get him out of bed, yet this ointment would heal him in two days?

If he had known that, he would have dragged his unconscious boss back home on day one.

By the time Emma woke up, Carter was drifting into a hazy, feverish sleep.

However, at the sound of her soft footsteps, his reflexes kicked in faster than Julian's. Ignoring the blinding pain, he grabbed the blanket and threw it over himself.

Julian was about to scold him for tearing his wounds again, but Emma was already in the room.

"Julian? What are you..."

Emma rubbed her forehead. What did she miss while she was out?

Did Julian seriously march into the Harrington estate and kidnap Carter?

"Are you injured?"

Emma walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at Carter.

He pressed his lips together. "No."

Julian rolled his eyes with a cold sneer and looked away.

Stubborn idiot.

Emma scoffed. "I can smell it."

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