When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 377

And just like that, by a twist of fate, Dalton ended up saving Winston.

That was how the two of them met.

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Dalton and the bodyguards had brought Winston–clearly unstable, covered in bruises and injuries–out of the forest and taken him to the hospital.

At the hospital, the doctors and nurses had asked Winston for his parents‘ phone numbers, but he stayed silent.

He just kept his eyes down, looking completely lifeless; his gaze was vacant and unfocused.

Dalton couldn’t help feeling bad for him, so he asked the doctors to treat Winston first and worry about contacting his parents later.

There had been no way to count all the scrapes, cuts, and bruises on Winston; his skin was so pale, the injuries stood out even more painfully.

Even though he didn’t want to talk about his parents, at least he hadn’t resisted treatment.

Dalton had stayed by his side the whole time, even though he was just a kid himself.

The bodyguards had tried to persuade him to go home; his parents had even called to urge him back, but he didn’t want to leave the hospital.

Since he’d already decided to help Winston, he wasn’t about to stop halfway; he wouldn’t feel right until Winston got home safely.

After some careful treatment from the doctors and nurses, most of Winston’s wounds had been taken care

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But somehow, he looked even worse than before.

He was wrapped head to toe in gauze and bandages, with traces of medicine still on his skin; if someone didn’t know better, they’d think he’d been through something far more serious.

Luckily, after the examination, the doctor had confirmed there were no internal injuries.

Everything was superficial; it only looked bad.

Once they left the hospital, Dalton had wanted to personally take Winston homé.

But Winston had refused.

The boy seemed resistant to the idea of going home–he clearly didn’t want to.

He looked like a hollow doll with no soul, wandering aimlessly through the streets.

“You don’t want to go home?”

Dalton couldn’t help walking over and asking softly.

The boy remained silent; there was no light in his eyes, just empty darkness and bloodshot veins.

He stayed quietly by Winston’s side, keeping him company in silence.