The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 111

"Mr. Hawthorne, your hand hasn't been treated yet. Leaving it like this will only worsen the injury!"

Noticing Xavier's grim demeanor, Dr. Leigh's eyelids twitched as he hurriedly offered a reminder.

"Xavier, listen to the doctor," Sterling agreed, carrying Elena briskly forward and setting her down on the opposite sofa.

"Dr. Leigh, take care of my girlfriend first. She's in a lot of pain right now."

At those words, Dr. Leigh glanced at Xavier, sensing the suffocating aura radiating from the older man. It was enough to make anyone shudder.

For a moment, the doctor simply assumed Xavier was annoyed that his younger brother was prioritizing a woman over family.

"How did it get this bad?"

When Elena opened her red, swollen palm for Dr. Leigh to see, Xavier's gaze darkened significantly.

"We ran into a drunkard. He tried to attack me with a bottle, and Elena blocked it for me—"

As Sterling answered, the memory of that moment flashed through his mind, and a strange pang tugged at his chest.

"She blocked it for you?"

Xavier rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek, forcing the words through gritted teeth. His abyssal eyes locked onto the girl.

A memory flashed through his mind. He remembered clearly... she was terrified of pain, and she loved herself above all else.

"Ms. Larkin, why do I find it hard to believe you'd actually protect Sterling?"

As he spoke, a mocking half-smile played on his arrogant face, laced with undeniable sarcasm.

"It's the truth, Xavier. There's nothing to doubt. Elena was incredibly brave. If she hadn't protected me, I'd be the one injured right now."

For some reason, Xavier's deep-seated prejudice against Elena should have been exactly what Sterling wanted to see.

Yet, in that moment, he instinctively fired back, firmly defending the girl.

"Babe, I'm so glad I protected you. Otherwise... if you had gotten hurt, my heart would have broken into a million pieces."

At that moment, Elena looked up. The sting of Dr. Leigh treating her wound brought a glimmer of tears to her eyes.

Sterling had also noticed that his brother was acting a bit strange.

But the moment he opened his mouth, Xavier cut him off with a chillingly cold interjection.

Sterling froze slightly. Didn't his brother utterly despise Elena?

Why did his question carry such a bizarre, possessive undertone?

"Mr. Hawthorne, you can't blame Sterling. I got hurt on my own..."

Elena was about to defend the young man, but he squeezed her fingers tight.

She turned her head, watching as Sterling met Xavier's intense stare from across the room, making his stance clear. "You're right to scold me, Xavier. I'll protect Elena better. There won't be a next time."

Seeing his brother's unwavering resolve, Xavier clenched his injured hand into a tight fist again. The coagulated wounds tore open, fresh, warm blood oozing out in sticky droplets.

After a long moment, once Dr. Leigh had finished bandaging Elena's hand, Xavier finally lifted his gaze, locking onto the girl once more.

"Does your girlfriend not own any clothes of her own? She's wearing yours from head to toe. It's a pathetic look!"