The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 253

Miles Zimmerman took a step back. The knee of his left leg took the weight, and a sharp pain shot through him. His fingertips clenched, the veins on his neck bulging.

Lauren Sinclair noticed his strained posture.

"Miles, you're hurt? Let me take you to the hospital."

"No need. I'm going to Jared Johnston's place."

"It's too late. Dr. Johnston would have to make a trip. I'll drive you over." Lauren opened the car door.

Miles didn't decline further. Lauren helped him into the passenger seat.

The car pulled away from Grandview Heights.

On the fifth floor, the distance was too great. Claire Jenner couldn't hear what they were saying, nor could she see their expressions clearly.

He had clearly just said he was going to the hospital for surgery, and in the blink of an eye, he just walked off with Lauren.

Claire gripped the curtains, her fingers slowly releasing.

Marmalade jumped up beside her, wrapping his tail around her calf with a soft meow.

She scooped up the kitten and poked his round little head.

"Looks like it's just you and me from now on, little guy."

Marmalade didn't understand. He rubbed his head against her chin, purring loudly as he burrowed into her arms.

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At Fairhaven Residences, Lauren dropped him off downstairs, tactfully choosing not to go up.

Finn Zorn helped Miles inside, and Jared immediately brought over the medical kit.

The man sat on the sofa and rolled up his pant leg, revealing a swollen, purple bruise behind his left knee.

"This is bad. The old man really didn't hold back."

Jared snapped on sterile gloves to treat the wound, pressing down a few times. "Good thing the bone isn't broken."

"But—why are there contusions? Did you put weight on it after the injury? You're a doctor. Don't you have any common sense?"

Early the next morning, Claire walked into the bathroom to wash up. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the laundry basket in the corner.

Inside was a pair of suit pants. They were the exact ones Miles had worn yesterday.

There was a patch of fabric that was noticeably darker than the rest.

Frowning in confusion, Claire picked them up. Her heart skipped a painful beat. It was a massive patch of dried blood! It stretched from the back of the knee all the way down his calf.

He was hurt?

In an instant, all the little details she had ignored yesterday flooded her mind.

The slight tremble in his steps when he carried her on his back, the deliberately slowed pace, his unnatural rush straight to the bathroom as soon as they got home.

Her fingers trembled uncontrollably around the fabric, and her eyes welled up with tears.

That idiot Miles. His leg was in that kind of condition, and he hadn't said a single word!

Claire immediately pulled out her phone to call him, but only a cold, automated voice answered from the other end.