Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy novel Chapter 387

Carl looked at the injury on his waist, touched it with his hand. The blood immediately stained his fingers.

The man frowned. Just at this time, Sonia took clothes from the outside, opened the door a little and stretched her hand. "Here you are."

It's Leon's coat.

Carl said in a low voice. "Thank you."

"Nothing." Sonia closed the door, and her voice came from outside the door. "Next time, don't suddenly appear like this."

After all, it is not appropriate.

Carl agreed lightly. His mobile phone on the side of the sink vibrates at this time. He opened it and took a look. It was short messages sent by his men.

"Have you escaped, sir?"

"Don't go back to the Seaside City recently, sir! Someone wants to assassinate you! One of our brothers has been arrested, don't come back!"

"Go home safely, sir! Leave us alone!"

Carl looked at the last message sent by his men, and his eyes darkened. The pain from his waist made him come back to earth. Sonia frowned outside. "Why do I smell blood?"

Carl's expression immediately changed. He put his mobile phone back, opened cold water and hit his wound directly. The blood was washed away, and the fresh flesh was turned out. Carl snorted. Sonia said, "Did you fall inside?"

"No." Carl was silent. "I'm fine, you can go out."

"Oh, well, I'll make a room for you in the evening."

Sonia knocked on the outside door as a greeting, and then went out. After a while, Victor came in, and he murmured softly, "Brother Carl? May I come in?"

He stopped calling his little uncle, but he called him "brother Carl", which made Carl froze.

Victor took his silence as the default. The child quietly pushed the door from the outside and saw the Carl who was taking a bath. The water from cold to warm was sprayed from the shower nozzle. Carl stood there, and under his feet... the blood spread.

Victor came in and closed the door, carrying a medicine box in his hand.

Carl squatted down, his face was wet with water, and his face was a little pale under the steam. "Why are you here?"

"Because I thought you might be hurt."

Victor walked forward and opened the medicine box. "It doesn't matter. We are both boys, don't be shy."

"..." Carl thought Victor was quite open.

"Sit on the edge of the bathtub." Victor ordered him. "I brought anti-inflammatory drugs and new hemostatic gauze. I'll change it for you."

Carl was silent. He completely exposed his wound to Victor. The child quickly cleaned the wound with the warm water sprinkled from above. Then Carl turned off the faucet and dried his body.

Victor sprayed disinfectant fluid for him, and the stinging pain made the man frown.

"You were hunted down, so you sneaked into this house, didn't you?"

Victor seemed to see through everything. He stretched out his hand and pressed his wound, squeezed out some of his caked blood, and then applied some ointment on it.

"You can't go to the hospital casually, otherwise you will expose your identity." Victor said softly, and his movements were still orderly. "I know you are not my little uncle, Brother Carl."

Carl stretched out his hand and touched Victor's head. His voice was hoarse. "Sorry."

"You don't have to say sorry." Victor's eyelashes trembled. "You and Mommy came to lie to me for fear that I would be sad. I can understand."