Triplets on Secret Mission novel Chapter 605

Chapter 605

"Master, let's clean your hands first."

A bodyguard handed Sean a packet of tissues, which he took expressionlessly and used to wipe the blood from his hands repeatedly. The bright red of the blood hurt him dearly, and he wiped them off even more vigorously. After he had cleaned the blood off his hands, the bodyguard took the bloodstained tissues away, leaving Sean to wait in silence.

The treatment was so torturous that Sean, who was always calm and collected, could not sit still any longer. He held his head with one hand. He was on pins and needles as every second felt like forever. The scene of Molly rushing up to him earlier kept flashing back and forth in his mind. The icy sharp weapon mercilessly slashed against her body, the stinging red blood appearing on her body, and blood oozing in a large swathe in a matter of seconds. The warm and sticky blood stained his hands.

He felt emotions he had not felt before, at that moment. He was scared—terrified. Molly fell into his arms like a kite with a broken string and a bloodied wound. There was also a clear pain in his heart, and his body screamed as if only a rage of anger could relieve it for a bit. He finally lost control of himself after years of being aloof and level-headed. Now, it was the same.

He stayed in the hospital, feeling sick all over his body, and the only person who could suppress this monstrous anger had been admitted to the emergency room. He had to make sure that Molly was safe. So much so that with what was left of his sanity, he contained that fury. But, he was still filled with so much anxiety and unease that they continued to eat away at his will.

Sean suddenly felt that it was as though this waiting was a punishment. It was to punish him for his incompetence. All this would not have happened had he stood up earlier, and Molly would not have had her life threatened repeatedly because of him. She was a doctor, and her hands were important to her. If, because of him, Molly was left with a medical skill that could no longer be used to heal people, he would spend the rest of his life with remorse and guilt; a fault that no amount of the Anderson family's money could ever make up for.

At that thought, he slowly looked up at the closed doors. All he wanted was for Molly to be safe and sound no matter the cost, even if he could never stand up for the rest of his life. He stared intently at the doors of the emergency room. His gaze deepened with exhaustion and self-recrimination. More than that, there was also a deep love for her. He grew to understand just how much he loved her. All at once, Sean's fingers twitched, and it became equally clear that he was not as powerful as he thought he was.

The emergency room door opened.

The doctor lowered his rolled-up sleeves and came over, upon seeing the man in the doorway. "Fortunately, she was brought in relatively quickly, and she didn't lose too much blood. Also, no vital parts and organs are affected, so the patient will recover after a period of recuperation," the doctor said.

"Any injuries elsewhere?" Sean asked.