Sweetheart Do You Still Love Me novel Chapter 165

“I think Frank should be waking up soon. Let’s go in to take a look.” Elspeth was worried that Frank would be traumatized if he woke up and found out his back had been destroyed. “Sure,” Spencer replied. Both of them suited up in protective suits before they entered the ward.

When they walked in, they found Frank on the bed with his eyebrows knitted tightly and his forehead covered in sweat. Their heart ached for the man when they realized how much pain he was in, even when he was unconscious. Elspeth took a step closer and saw that Frank’s finger was trembling. She reached forward and held onto his hand.

Miraculously, Frank opened his eyes just moments later. He was lying on a duck-down quilt to ease the pain of his back injury, but he winced in pain the moment he moved around a little. “Are you okay, Frank?” Elspeth’s heart sank when she saw how much pain he was in.

“I’m fine. At least I’m not dead yet.” Frank would be lying if he claimed that he didn’t care about what happened. He was well aware that his skin was probably ruined after coming in contact with so much acid. However, even if he had the chance to turn back time, he would have done the same thing for Elspeth.

“Don’t worry. I’ll treat your back injury, and I’ll make sure your skin looks as good as before once you’re all healed,” Elspeth reassured him. Frank was still his same arrogant self even though he was injured. “I don’t need that. I’m a man—why does it matter if I have a few scars on my back?”

“Alright. Don’t worry. I won’t just treat you. I’ll also make sure to deal with the person who splashed that acid on you,” she added. Her pupils narrowed, and her gaze hardened at the thought of the person who had rushed off after splashing the acid on Frank. She had just arrived in Blaydal a while ago, and she had only offended a few people, so it wasn’t going to be hard for her to find the culprit.

“You can start with Jordan. We just offended her not too long ago, so I’m sure her hatred for us is fresh in her mind.” Despite the pain that he was in, Frank still managed to analyze the situation rationally.

“I don’t think Jordan has the guts to do such a thing, but… the Weiss Family might do so.” Elspeth narrowed her eyes. She couldn’t help but curl her lips into a scornful smirk when she recalled the weak and helpless look on Jordan’s face. The Weiss Family, huh? They sure have some nerve!

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure the Jonesons will find the culprit. I know Grandpa’s going to do something after hearing about my injury,” Frank uttered. The confidence of the young master of the Joneson Family is really one of a kind, huh? He’s so certain that someone will be there to get revenge for him after he was wronged. That must feel great. Elspeth let out a chuckle. “Well, that’s up to the Joneson Family. However, I work on my own, and I’ll make sure to hunt those people down to get revenge,” she uttered.

They chatted for a while more before Frank got tired. He chased them out of the ward as he wanted to take a nap. After that, Elspeth decided to head to the Joneson Residence as she wanted to get some herbs and medication from Michael. She figured Michael could get her whatever she needed since they ran such a huge business.

Spencer gazed at Elspeth thoughtfully after they left the ward. “Do you want to head home? I can give you a ride,” he offered. She shook her head. “It’s fine. You can go ahead. I have other matters to handle.” He was clear about his boundaries, so he no longer questioned the woman. Instead, he simply nodded and left.

Elspeth had just stepped out of the hospital when she saw a familiar figure. Callum was standing outside the hospital, smoking cigarettes. It seemed like he had been there for a while—there were many cigarette butts on the ground beside his feet. “What… What are you doing here, Callum?”

He let out a sigh. “I didn’t mean what I said. I was just worried about your injury,” he uttered. All the hurt and sorrow that Elspeth had internalized earlier seemed to flow out of her after she heard his words. “I’m fine, Callum. I really am…” She hadn’t expected herself to get all soft and mushy in front of someone else. However, for some reason, she couldn’t contain the urge to cry whenever she looked into the man’s loving gaze. She was reminded of a quote that she saw online. Being loved is an experience worth tearing up for.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Callum replied.

Elspeth took a deep breath before she spread her arms open. He immediately got the message and stepped forward to pull her into a tight hug. He was careful with his actions and tried to avoid her arm as he didn’t want to hurt her. Elspeth felt an inexplicable sense of security and satisfaction when she felt his body heat on her skin.