Chapter 5

My wolf paced angrily in my mind, but I was leaving soon and didn't want trouble.

I suppressed her, my voice unusually calm:

"Don't worry, I won't."

Nathan seemed unprepared for this answer. He clearly froze, then withdrew his power.

He said nothing more, sweeping Sophia up in his arms.

"Let's go to the hospital."

His gaze swept over my blood-covered arm, his frown deepening.

"You come too!"

I followed silently.

Not because I needed treatment, but because I wanted to figure out whether Sophia had actually been poisoned.

Sitting in the back seat, Nathan messaged me:

[I was too anxious earlier, but I've already lost Sophia once. I can't lose her a second time.]

[If you're angry, I'll make it up to you.]

I looked at those words, then at Nathan in the front seat fussing over Sophia, and found it laughably absurd.

He still hadn't even noticed that the connection between us had been severed.

I looked at my phone coldly and urged my brother to come get me.

The next second, a friend request from my arranged marriage partner popped up on the screen.

Mason... come to think of it, I'd met him once before.

Taking a deep breath, I accepted.

The car stopped at the hospital emergency entrance.

Just as I pushed open the door, a car suddenly sped toward us from the side.

Nathan almost instinctively pulled Sophia into his arms to protect her.

I stumbled from the motion and fell into a nearby flower bed.

When I got up, I saw Nathan rushing into the hospital with obvious concern, carrying Sophia whose hand had been scraped, even telling his Beta to get a specialist.

"Miss, your arm is bleeding. You should get it bandaged quickly..."

A stranger beside me handed me a clean handkerchief.

I covered my wound, thanked them, and without hesitation walked to the roadside to hail a taxi.

...

Meanwhile, after Nathan settled Sophia, he remembered me, who'd also been injured.

He got wound treatment ointment from a doctor and asked:

"Where's the other woman who came with me? Her name is Chloe. Which room is she in?"

The doctor shook his head:

"I'm sorry sir, we don't have any patient registered under the name Chloe."

Nathan froze, his grip on the ointment tightening.

He didn't understand—where else could that woman have gone if not to the hospital, injured as she was?

His phone rang. It was Liam.

As soon as he answered, Liam's furious roar burst through:

"Nathan! Is this how you take care of my sister? You let her go back alone—do you know how dangerous that is?!"

Nathan frowned, instinctively thinking I'd gone to Liam to tattle.

His tone grew heavy with displeasure: "Is she with you? Put her on."

"Put her on my ass!"

Liam glanced at me beside him, having arrived safely, his voice full of indignation:

"If you want to make amends, Chloe's getting married in two days. You'd better prepare a big gift!"