Still You Still Me Still Falling novel Chapter 115

After just a few minutes of walking, the sprawling Halley Manor came into view.

Having heard Cecil explain the layout of the area, she knew this property was the only estate of its kind for miles around.

Building something here in such a premium, tranquil yet central location must have cost an astronomical sum.

Even the most powerful billionaires couldn't just throw money around in a foreign market like this; it took serious influence.

It was clear proof of just how terrifyingly capable Edmond really was.

If nothing else, the man's ability to generate wealth was practically unmatched.

Following behind him, her mind was a jumbled mess of chaotic thoughts.

She was so distracted that she didn't even notice when the man in front of her suddenly stopped walking.

"Oof—"

Her nose stung from the impact, and tears threatened to fall.

He spun around and immediately saw her wrist.

As she brought her hand up to cover her aching nose, her sleeve slipped down, exposing her slender, pale wrist.

A dark, ugly bruise marred the delicate skin.

His chest tightened, and his Adam's apple bobbed sharply.

"Don't you look where you're going?" he demanded, his tone laced with a chilling edge. "You just walk right into people?"

Her nose was throbbing so much she couldn't even manage a response.

His gaze remained locked on her arm. "What happened... to your wrist?"

Sniffling, she lowered her arm and finally saw the bruise herself.

He had the absolute nerve to ask what happened?

He was the one who did it last night!

But remembering that he claimed to have blacked out, she furrowed her brow.

She couldn't exactly point fingers now.

"We'll put some ointment on it in a minute," he said. "Don't scare Tilly."

She let out a faint hum of agreement.

"Are you... living with Cecil now?" he asked.

"I have a few days off for the holidays."

Edmond returned with a fully stocked first-aid kit.

Pulling out a tube of ointment meant for bruising and circulation, he said, "Give me your hand."

Seeing him lean in, she quickly said, "I'll do it myself."

Blinking her large eyes, Tilly looked up from her lap. "Are you sick, Sheila?"

"No, sweetie." She gently lifted the toddler and set her on the cushion beside her. "I just bumped my arm by accident, so I need to put some medicine on it."

Tilly immediately leaned in close. "Does it hurt?"

As the sleeve was rolled up, the horrific state of the bruise was fully revealed.

Tilly gasped, puffing her little cheeks out to blow gently on the bruised skin.

"All better now!"

Sheila couldn't help but pat her head warmly. "It doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you, sweetheart."

She then looked up at the man standing over them. "I can do it myself, Mr. Halley."

Seeing the clear resistance in her eyes, he had no choice but to hand over the tube.