Facade of Love

Chapter 416 Rebecca Lovelace

Inch left the rest unsaid.

I was not in the mood to hear it anyway. It all sounded like a bunch of nonsense to me. After all, was it not Lucas who put me through all this? What, was he going to feel sorry for me now?

The guy who had gone to check on the motionless figure finally looked our way. Ignoring Inch, I quickly asked, "What's the verdict?"

The guy shot a look at Inch, who was biting his lip, and asked the same thing I did. Then the guy finally spoke up, "His insides are messed up beyond repair. He will not die right this second, but he is not going to last long."

Inch gave a small nod and turned to me, repeating his offer, "Ms. Scott, let's get you fixed up."

It was clear he did not plan on lifting a finger for the old man.

That did not sit right with me. My voice came out raspy as I frowned. "Get someone to help him out."

Inch's face tightened, and he said with a furrowed brow, "He's a goner. The boss won't let me save him, and he didn't plan on anyone else doing it either."

"So, he is a murderer or an arsonist? What made you treat him like this? Just an old man, and you are going to stand there and watch him die?" I was getting heated, but I was banking on the bit of kindness Lucas had shown me. I knew getting angry might make Inch cave.

It did indeed. He scrunched up his face and gave an order, "Get a doctor to look at him."

The guy nodded and took off.

With that, I felt a weight lift off my chest.

The one who endures such agony here, being tormented as if they were on the brink of death and back, is definitely not a villain. They are either someone who refuses to bend to Lucas's will or someone brave enough to try and take down this wicked operation. If they were of no use to Lucas, they would have been history by now.

Therefore, this person was not evil, and there was no way I could just watch them suffer and not lift a finger to help.

"Ms. Scott, let's get you fixed up," Inch said, already guiding me out of the brick house.

Since the old man had promised to find someone to treat me, I did not make a fuss. Inch and I stepped outside to a world blanketed in poppies, a never-ending crimson tide, with workers scattered throughout, tending to the soon-to-be-harvested crop.

These deceptive flowers would unleash their poison far beyond the borders when they were ready, threatening the whole world.

These people would do anything for a quick buck.

Inch seemed oblivious to the worry in my eyes as he led me to a spotless room that felt surprisingly welcoming. He found a doctor, a young woman barely in her twenties. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

She looked at me with a hint of concern and said, "I'll put some ointment on you. It won't hurt much, so don't be scared."

Inch had stepped out, leaving me with her. She had the classic look of someone from Southeast Alara—dark-skinned, with subtle features and deep-set eyes that gave her a mysterious vibe.

Feeling a bit uneasy under my gaze, she introduced herself, "Hi there, miss. I'm Rebecca Lovelace. I live just around the corner and came to help you with your medicine."

I gave her a nod. It clicked—she was probably a local farmer Inch had called on for help. I had forgotten how isolated we were; a real doctor would be a rare sight here.

I took the medicine bottle from Rebecca's hands and told her, "I've got this. I can handle it myself."

The pain had been sharp earlier, and my injuries felt like too much to bear. Now, it was a bit better. It still hurts, but it was not going to kill me.

She noticed I was not looking for help and handed me the medicine, then stood back, biting her lip, clearly wanting to say something. Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked, "What's up?"

She glanced down and mumbled, "He won't pay me if I don't help you with the medicine."

I raised an eyebrow, realizing Inch was blackmailing her. I let out a sigh, bit my lip, and said, "Just turn around. I'll handle it. Once I'm done, you can tell him you did it."

She paused for a moment, then gave a small nod and turned away.

Yara, that girl, she did not hold back at all. My skin was a mess of bruises and cuts. I gritted my teeth and finished applying the medicine, sweat chilling on my skin.

I had just buttoned up when noise came from outside.

Rebecca shot me a worried look. I handed her the medicine and signaled that everything was under control.

The door swung open, and in strutted Yara, her face twisted with annoyance. Inch was right behind her, stepping quickly to shield me.

He told her firmly, "Ms. Yara, you’ve done enough damage. The boss will be furious if he sees this. You need to leave."