Chapter 402: Are You Worried About Me?
"Nonsense!" Grandmother knocked her walking stick on the ground powerfully as she shouted angrily, "Let go of Wendy."
"Mom, why are you helping her as well?" Winnie’s expression was one of disbelief as she said, "All of you are helping her? I knew she was cunning as a fox."
Winnie was clearly not in the right state of mind as she lowered her head and kept rolling her eyes. She kept shaking her head as she muttered under her breath, "No, you guys can’t side her. You guys should be siding with me. I am Michael’s mother, and I am mom’s daughter-in-law... " Wendy had wanted to leave, but Winnie grabbed her hand with a vice-like grip.
She couldn’t push Winnie away too hard, or she might injure Winnie.
Seeing this, Michael went forward to tug Winnie’s hand away as he said, "Mom, let go of Wendy. Yonina is coming over later. If you don’t let Wendy go and Yonina sees her here, Yonina would definitely be angry."
Hearing this, Winnie looked up at Michael as she asked, "Really?"
"Yes, really," Michael nodded his head.
At this moment, Michael slowly pried Winnie’s hand off Wendy bit by bit.
Seeing that Winnie had already let go of her, Wendy didn’t say anything and just turned around to leave.
She was afraid that if she didn’t leave, Winnie would grab her again.
Winnie turned around and held Michael’s hand as she immediately smiled and asked, "Is Yonina really coming? Yonina... " Before she finished her sentence, she saw Michael’s injured hand that was still bleeding.
Winnie’s eyes immediately became worried as she burst out in tears and grabbed Michael’s hand, asking, "What happened to your hand? Did Wendy do this to you?"
Her first thought was that it was done by Wendy.
"No, I was the careless one... " Just as Michael was about to explain, Winnie released his hand and turned around to grab a knife.
Michael hadn’t expected her to grab a knife as she was just speaking.
Normal people wouldn’t do that.
But unfortunately, Winnie wasn’t normal.
"Wendy Stewart, it must be you. You seduced my son and even hurt him; you can’t go. I will kill you even if I have to die as well!" Winnie raised the knife and ran towards Wendy.
Just as Wendy had taken a few steps, she heard some noise behind her and had turned around to see what was going on.
She then saw Winnie charging towards her with a knife in her hand.
Because of that, she got a huge shock.
"Wendy!" Grandmother shouted at her loudly.
Everyone in the living room was startled at what was happening.
Winnie was clearly out of her mind.
Michael’s eyes widened drastically when he saw Winnie run over to Wendy.
Nothing crossed his mind as he immediately ran over to try to stop Winnie.
Wendy instinctively dodged Winnie.
Fortunately, Wendy dodged away in time, and Michael rushed over in time to stop Winnie.
However, Winnie didn’t care at all as her eyes reddened, and she kept repeating the same line over and over again, "I’m going to kill you, kill you... " Winnie couldn’t even recognize that the person standing in front of her was Michael.
The only person in her eyes right now was Wendy.
"Mom, hand the knife over, okay?" Michael tried to talk to Winnie calmly.
But Winnie wasn’t listening to anything at all.
The other maids in the house immediately rushed forward to help when they saw what was happening.
But unfortunately, they were too late amid the mess. Michael had cut his left arm while trying to snatch the knife away from Winnie.
Michael let out a yelp of pain.
Seeing that someone got injured, Winnie laughed out loud and mocked, "Serve you right, Wendy Stewart. You deserve it for seducing my son."
At this point, Winnie still thought that the person she had hurt was Wendy.
But when she heard everyone shouting "Mr. Lucas," the smile on her face gradually disappeared.
When she looked over, she realized that the person she had hurt had been her own son.
Winnie dropped the knife to the floor in fear and regret as she immediately rushed over to help Michael.
But Wendy was one step ahead of her.
Wendy didn’t expect Michael to help her and neither did she expect Winnie to hurt Michael.
She looked at the wound on Michael’s left arm as she felt flustered. "How are you, Michael? Are you okay?" She asked worriedly in fear.
Tears fell down her cheeks uncontrollably when she saw the blood on Michael’s arm.
Everything had been okay just a moment ago, and she would have left.
How did everything become like this?
Wendy wiped off the tears on her face as she sniffed and said worriedly, "I’ll take you to the hospital right now."
"My son, where are you injured? Let me look, okay?" Winnie’s face was full of regret as she wanted to push Wendy away to look at Michael’s injury.
Grandmother immediately walked over with her walking stick shouting angrily at the maids, "Get Winnie Quinn away immediately and lock her in her room! Nobody is allowed to let her out without my permission!"
"M, Mom, why must you lock me up? I don’t want to be locked up, I want to see my son, I... " Before Winnie could even finish her words, a few maids came up to pull her hands away.
She watched as Wendy helped Michael, yet she was forced to be pulled away. "Let go of me; I want to see my son! Let go of me... " But after what had just happened, nobody dared to let go of Winnie.
It would be worse if she managed to get ahold of a knife again and end up injuring someone else.
What’s more, it was impossible to communicate with Winnie logically since she was not in the right state of mind.
"Can you walk?" Wendy helped Michael; her eyes blurry with tears when she saw blood on his wound.
"Mm." Michael nodded but said, "Let’s not go to the hospital. Otherwise, Christian would know that we have met today, and I’m afraid that he would be suspicious."
"You’re already like that; don’t care about Christian anymore." Wendy looked at his wound that hadn’t stopped bleeding. She didn’t know how deep the cut was, but at that moment, nothing else mattered.
Hearing Wendy’s words, Michael suddenly felt that his hand wasn’t in that much pain anymore.
It was a good opportunity, so Michael purposely asked, "But, didn’t you say that we have to prioritize the bigger picture?"
"We’ll think of a reason when the time comes. Your hand has been bleeding unstoppably, so you have to go to the hospital." Wendy was panicking at that moment, so she couldn’t sense the underlying meaning of Michael’s words. She just wanted to send him to the hospital to get his wound treated.
"Right, that’s right, you have to go to the hospital," Grandmother agreed with Wendy before instructing the others. "Prepare a car immediately to go to the hospital."
Wendy agreed with what Grandmother had said as she nodded and said, "Bring some hemostatic medication and some disinfectant. I will help him clean his wound in the car first so that he doesn’t lose too much blood when he reaches the hospital."
Wendy helped Michael, and they walked directly to the garage.
She was so anxious and worried that she didn’t see that a smile graced Michael’s face at that moment.
Wendy didn’t care about anything at this moment as the only thing on her mind was Michael’s injury.
Grandmother also followed behind them worriedly with her walking stick.
Upon hearing footsteps, Wendy turned around and told Grandmother, "You don’t have to come, Grandmother."
Grandmother was already quite old, so Wendy was worried that she wouldn’t be able to take care of both Grandmother and Michael.
"But... " Before Grandmother could express her worries, Wendy continued, "I will call you immediately to report Michael’s condition to you. If you follow us, we will end up worrying about you instead."
"You don’t have to care about me. I can still move around," Grandmother said anxiously.
Seeing this, Michael sided with Wendy and said, "Wendy is right. You should just stay at home. Don’t worry, I’m fine."
Everyone knew that Grandmother was worried about Michael. But she was so old, after all, that it wouldn’t be suitable for her to follow them around.
Hearing that, she could only sigh as she shook her head resignedly and waved her hand. "All right, then I won’t go. You guys should leave quickly."
She was afraid that Michael would end up losing too much blood if they continued delaying.
If she followed them, she might not withstand it if they drove too quickly, but if they drove too slowly, Michael might not get treated in time.
Not going was the right decision.
Wendy helped Michael into the car quickly.
They had a designated driver, so Wendy and Michael sat in the back.
While starting the car engine, the driver said, "Mrs. Stewart, there’s a first aid kit at the side that might be useful to you."
Wendy was the one who had instructed them to prepare the first aid kit.
Wendy let out a soft hum before opening the first aid kit.
It contained some frequently used medications, some disinfectants, and some bandages.
Those were enough for Wendy to clean the wound and stop the bleeding.
Thankfully Wendy knew how to do some emergency handling of injuries.
When she turned around, she saw the wound on Michael’s left arm was still bleeding.
As she gulped, her face was one of sympathy and seriousness.
She took out the disinfectant and a cotton bud to dip into it; before turning to Michael. Taking a deep breath, she said, "It’s going to hurt a little, so you’ll have to endure it."
Michael nodded and replied, "It’s okay, just do what you have to."
This wasn’t the first time Wendy was helping Michael handle a wound.
A few years ago, Wendy had helped Michael, and he was the one who had purposely made Wendy help him.
In a blink of an eye, it had already been six years.
Thinking about it, Michael could still remember everything vividly.
Michael felt that the wound on his arm didn’t seem to hurt anymore, as he looked at the woman in front of him looking serious and worried.
Even though his ploy to garner her pity got through, he hadn’t expected that his mother would have helped him in the end.
This injury was worth it.
"Tell me if it’s painful; I’ll try to be more gentle." Seeing the long and deep gash on Michael’s arm, Wendy could feel her eyes become blurry.
This wasn’t the first time Michael had got injured to protect her.
Many memories started appearing in Wendy’s mind one by one.
She wiped the tears on her face.
No, she can’t cry.
Not now. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to see clearly and help Michael clean his wound.
Thinking about that, Wendy forced herself to hold back her tears as she disinfected Michael’s wound bit by bit.
"It doesn’t hurt." Michael was, at first, happy to see Wendy worried about him, but he became solemn when seeing Wendy cry.
He raised his uninjured right hand as he caressed Wendy’s face and said, "Don’t cry, Wendy."
...
"I’m not crying," Wendy sniffed.
Her tears that she had already held back burst out after she heard Michael’s words.
"All right, let’s not clean my wound anymore." Michael’s heart hurt immensely upon seeing Wendy cry, so he pulled his left arm back with strength.
But by doing so, his original wound cracked open a little more. It was so painful, he sucked in a breath.
"What are you doing?!" Wendy was furious at Michael’s actions, so her words became harsher. "Your arm was already seriously injured, but you still moved around without thinking. Do you not want your arm anymore?"
Michael only pulled his arm back because Wendy was sobbing, so he couldn’t bear to let her clean his wound any longer.
But seeing Wendy angry, Michael didn’t know what he should do.
"Wendy, don’t be angry and don’t cry either, okay?" Michael had always been bad at comforting others, so he didn’t know what to do when Wendy reacted like this.
"Stop moving!" Wendy carefully brought Michael’s arm back as she continued to help him stop the bleeding.
Blood gushed out of his wound - that had already stopped bleeding earlier - when he made the sudden movement.
Now, Michael didn’t dare to move anymore as he sat still and let Wendy clean his wound.
After cleaning the large wound on his arm, Wendy glanced at the wound on his finger.
That was the one Michael had inflicted on himself.
Compared to the wound on his arm, that wound was nothing, but he had been pretty cruel to himself.
The wound he had inflicted on himself was also quite deep.
So, Wendy helped him disinfect that wound as well.
Michael watched Wendy do all that, and he only dared to talk once the bleeding had stopped.
He had been watching Wendy’s expression. Seeing her heave a sigh of relief after she had cleaned his wounds, he carefully asked, "Wendy, are you worried about me?"
Michael knew that this was a great opportunity for them to patch up.
He had to make use of the fact that Wendy was soft-hearted at the moment.
Once he missed this chance, he might not get another again.
Hearing Michael’s question, she froze on the spot.
Wendy had planned to leave Michael hanging for a while more so that he could think things through himself.
The main reason why there were so many misunderstandings between them was that Michael did not trust her.
From the beginning, he purposely hid his relationship with Yonina from her. And forced her to leave Lake City to the end when he suspected her relationship with Todd.
All these were because Michael had no confidence in her and didn’t believe that she would stand by his side regardless of anything.
Not only that, but they also hadn’t settled Christian. Wendy had thought to talk to Michael only after the whole Christian thing had been settled.
But she hadn’t expected Winnie to appear and disrupt her plans.
She had been so anxious when she saw Michael injured that even an idiot could tell that she cared about Michael.
"You can think however you like." Wendy put the disinfectant down and closed the first aid kit.
"Wendy... " Michael grabbed her hand with his right hand excitedly as he said, "Let’s talk, okay?"
They needed to have a proper conversation. Only then could everything be settled.
"Haven’t we already talked about everything there is to talk about?" Wendy was referring to when they were in the living room in the mansion.
"No, we didn’t talk about anything at all back then." Michael looked at Wendy before saying seriously, "I know that I shouldn’t have tricked you to garner your pity. But I didn’t have any other choice. I wanted to know whether you still cared about me at all."
