Chapter 235: Chapter 235: Master Jing Is Angry, Sister Qi Has No Home to Return To
In the hospital, Isabella Xyler watched with reddened eyes as the doctor cleaned Claire Green’s wound, with bright red blood still continuously seeping out.
If Julian saw this, he’d definitely be heartbroken.
After a long pause.
Finally, after the cleaning and bandaging were done, the doctor started prescribing medicine.
"Be careful not to let the wound come in contact with water while bathing to prevent infection, and take the prescribed medication on time. Come back for a follow-up in half a month."
Receiving the doctor’s note, Isabella quickly left the ward.
Claire raised her eyebrows watching her back. Was she angry?
Seeing her come out, John Sinclair and the others immediately stepped forward to check on her.
"Sister Claire, what did the doctor say?"
"Does it still hurt, Sister Claire?"
At that moment, Benjamin Green suddenly hugged the girl’s leg and started crying.
The look on his face made it seem as if the girl was seriously ill.
Claire paused for a moment, raised her hand to rub his head, and joked, "You little rascal, are you doing this on purpose to trick me into holding you?"
"No, I’m not." Benjamin wiped his eyes and snifflingly retorted.
Soon.
Isabella returned with the medicine, her eyes slightly swollen, obviously having cried.
"I’ve got the medicine. Let’s go."
She turned to leave, but froze in place.
As she saw the tall figure approaching, Isabella softly called, "Julian."
The man didn’t spare her a glance, standing directly in front of the girl, with dark eyes watching her without a word.
Seeing his demeanor, Claire realized he was angry and pressed her lips together in silence.
The two stared at each other, and behind them, Mason Quinn and the others with John Sinclair all held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
After a moment.
Claire finally whispered, "Why is my brother here?"
At these words.
Julian Sia’s voice was indifferent, "Ah Jin indeed is quite capable, going out and directly ending up in the hospital."
On the way, Charles Jordan had already shown him the ins and outs of the incident.
Rescuing someone, yet she was lucky to be alive.
Seeing her silence, Julian’s heart filled with anger, his voice very heavy, "Have you considered what would have happened if that man hadn’t used a knife but had just pushed you?"
"There’s no ’if’," Claire said nonchalantly, uttering four words.
Hearing her indifferent tone, the dark tides surged in Julian’s black eyes, his voice low with anger, "Claire Green."
The atmosphere in the hospital corridor dropped to freezing point.
Mason and the others looked at the man in disbelief; Julian was genuinely angry, even addressing her by her full name.
Claire’s gaze slightly focused, with emotions flashing briefly in her eyes.
"Does Mr. Sia have anything else?"
Her tone was very light, with a chill all over.
Mr. Sia?
Isabella covered her mouth, regret welling up inside; they shouldn’t have come out, then none of this would have happened.
Julian looked at her steadily for a few seconds, then turned and strode away, his back cold.
Staring at the man’s departing figure, Claire’s long eyelashes trembled, the light in her eyes gradually extinguished, and a dense pain spread in her heart.
"Olivia." Isabella cautiously spoke up.
"You all can go back."
Watching her figure, Isabella felt like crying.
"What do we do now?" She looked at the men for answers.
"Let’s just go back first."
...
Someone unknown posted the video of Claire rescuing someone online, quickly causing a huge response.
"That couple is truly inhuman, forcing their daughter to attempt suicide by jumping off a building."
"Indeed, hell is empty, and demons roam the earth."
"Seeing her look of despair, I immediately thought of myself."
"Thank goodness the random lady acted quickly to catch her."
"Ahh, such a gentle reassurance."
As the video played, the shocking part arrived quickly.
"Damn, scum like this should be shot immediately."
"Couldn’t help crying, blood kept flowing from her waist, but she didn’t loosen her grip even a bit."
"Truly broke down, seeing the person get rescued, the young lady even comforted the girl through tears despite her injuries. Couldn’t hold back."
"Yes, and the girl hesitated to touch her wound, finally placing her hand on it. It’s truly touching."
Sharp-eyed netizens also identified the girl’s identity in the video.
Not long after.
A topic titled "Brightsong’s Scholar Rescues" shot to the top.
"She, being just a girl herself, instinctively grabbed that other girl’s hand at such a moment."
"Honestly, if the man had chosen to push her back then, now both girls might not be alive."
"I remember a student from Brightsong mentioned her martial skills are not bad, so this injury was entirely because her hands were pulling someone."
With more netizens joining the discussion, many classmates of the would-be jumper ended up speaking out.
"She’s usually very introverted, but some classmates noticed a lot of scars on her wrists, likely from self-harm."
"Yes, I’ve seen them, densely packed and heart-wrenching."
"We usually only suspected she was not doing well, but never imagined it was this bad."
"Hearing Claire Green’s signature phrase, I suddenly remembered she once wrote something for her during a joint exam. I asked what she wrote, and she said Claire Green told her to live well."
"Hearing you say this, means my goddess always knew she had suicidal tendencies."
"Damn, nothing more to say, from now on I’ll only be a fan of Claire Green."
While the internet was in an uproar, Claire Green herself remained completely unaware.
She walked slowly down the street, her eyes dead and void.
As pedestrians walked past her, they couldn’t help but glance at her.
Suddenly.
The sky began to flutter with large snowflakes.
As the snow fell on her face, leaving a trace of coldness, Claire looked up, realizing it was already winter.
Though the street was bustling, she felt nothing inside, as if she were the only one in the world, solitary and indifferent.
After a pause.
She lowered her eyes again, a mocking smile on her lips, indeed she was the only outsider in this world.
Slowly, as she passed a store, she stopped.
From outside, she could see the woman inside placing a cup of coffee and cake in front of a customer, then returning to the bar to rearrange books.
For a moment, she stepped forward and pushed the door open.
Hearing the doorbell ring, Elaine greeted her with a smile, but froze when she looked up, "Welcome, you..."
Seeing her daze, Claire smiled casually and spoke, "Elaine, long time no see."
Returning to her senses, Elaine was overjoyed and immediately pulled her to sit beside her, even specially bringing a small cake in front of her.
"Try it, see if the taste has changed?"
Claire took a fork and put a piece in her mouth. Looking at Elaine’s expectant eyes, a spark flickered in her gaze, "It’s changed, even better than before. Seems like you’ve practiced quite a bit, Elaine."
Her voice lazily carried a hint of teasing.
"You," Elaine gently and affectionately poked her forehead, then recalled something and spoke, "I’ve heard about the Song Manor situation, where are you staying now?"
Mentioning Song Manor, she couldn’t help but recall the constant blood transfusions the girl gave to that family over the years; fortunately, evil is eventually rewarded, and those who do bad things will face retribution.
"What if I say I’m homeless, would you believe me?" Leaning back in her chair, the pain in her waist came in waves, yet she maintained a lazy demeanor.
Elaine rolled her eyes, "Do you think I’d believe that?"
Upon hearing this.
Claire smiled silently; she hadn’t lied; indeed she had no ’home’ to return to.