Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 323

Chapter 323 Wound Reopened

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Lynn had been briefed by Dylan before arriving. Figuring this particular patient would be less than cooperative, she had brought a fast–acting medicinal powder. Perhaps if the treatment stung enough, he would finally lease to take his recovery seriously.

“It got aggravated by an impact.”

Lynr offered a thin smile. “From what I can see, it’s more case of chronic sleep deprivation, insufficient rest, and excessive physical strain. If you were recovering properly, this wound wouldn’t look exactly the same as it did days ago.”

Dylan pressed his lips together, gave a slight nod, and remained silent.

Doctors were doctors. They could pihpoint the root cause with a single glance.

He wished she would say more.

Maybe then Damian would actually listen. Otherwise, tomorrow morning, he’d be dragging himself out of bed at five again to help Damian make fresh pasta for Isabelle.

I wasn’t just Damian suffering for love; Dylan, as the perpetually present assistant, was collateral damage.

Damian was losing sleep over romance.

ylan was being forced to learn culinary arts for the sake of his bonus. He was at his limit. Truly.

eeing Damian didn’t offer a rebuttal, Lynn instructed the male resident beside her on the application procedure, then stood and hoved away from the bed.

If it’s possible, you really shouldn’t wear anything over it–let the wound air out. Don’t keep it trapped. This old injury isn’t even ully closed, and you’re adding fresh trauma. If it gets infected and necrotic, I’ll be back with a scalpel to debride the tissue.”

With that, she walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.

he resident applied the powder.

Jamian’s hands clenched the bedsheets, knuckles white. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, and the tendons at his temples stood ut faintly from the strain.

The resident suggested oral painkillers. Damian refused. Lynn hadn’t prepared any either; she had deliberately left them out.

he’d heard he’d been punished for “straying“. She felt no sympathy for a man who couldn’t keep his affairs in order. A little uffering might do him good.

she took out her phone and sent a photo to Lucas.

‘This is your so–called ‘good friend“.”

Lucas replied immediately, “What’s your point?”

“You flew out of the country overnight, missing my birthday party, for a man like this? Is he even worth your loyalty?”

Lucas said, “Not your concern.”

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Chapter 323 Wound Rennenty

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-Talking to you is utterly pointless!”

Lynn locked her screen.

Lucas and Lynn had a marriage arranged by their families. There was no real emotional foundation. The only connection was that Lucas‘ grandfather and Lynn’s grandfather were old comrades. Combined with Lucas‘ history of being treated by Gordon during his service, the elders had simply decided on the union.

Lynn, respectful of family wishes, had always been compliant Lucas, however, remained detached and indifferent.

They had been “together“, in a loose sense, for about three months. During that time, Lucas would always find excuses to cut their meetings short. Lynn had tolerated it.

This seemed to be the first time she had openly expressed her anger.

That morning at breakfast, Isabelle got up and had the promised pasta as usual.

The savory, slightly spicy broth suited her palate, and she ate a bit more than she had been.

Susie, wasn’t in the kitchen; she was in the backyard tending to the new plantings.

sabelle’s eye caught a set of large, faint footprints in a light dusting of flour on the tile floor. They likely weren’t Susie’s; her feet weren’t that big.

But besides Bruce, no other men had access to the villa. Bruce typically didn’t come inside, and James visited even less frequently.

Just then, Susie returned.

She was wearing house slippers, her feet still slightly damp from the garden.

‘Susie, did anyone else come by this morning?” Isabelle asked,

‘No, it was just me. Why do you ask?” Susie’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly before her expression smoothed over.

Damian had left right after preparing the pasta at dawn without lingering. Surely Isabelle wouldn’t discover the truth.

Isabelle’s gaze drifted from Susie’s slippers back to the footprints.

Susie quickly added, “I woke up very early to go to the farmer’s market. I must have accidentally worn Mr. Cross‘ old shoes from the

mudroom when I came back in. How careless of me.”

That excuse should hold up, shouldn’t it?

Isabelle paused, then nodded, her suspicion fading.

She was probably just being overly sensitive. Everything lately seemed to remind her of him. If she wasn’t careful, that torrent of thoughts would come rushing back all at once. She couldn’t quite define the feeling.

Was it longing?

Was it sorrow?

Or was it resentment?

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