C15 The Healing Rate Was Very Low!

Evelyn retrieved her phone and turned to leave.

Before she could reach the door, a crisp yet cool voice called from behind, "Evelyn..."

The way he said her name brushed her heart like a feather—light and warm.

Never in her life had Evelyn been treated with such tenderness.

Unexpectedly, the first man to show her such kindness was Leslie.

She halted, momentarily taken aback. Then, with a hint of detachment in her voice, she asked, "Uncle, what is it?"

Turning back, she looked at him. Her dark eyes, reflecting stars, were clear and innocent.

"Come here," Leslie said, a slight smile playing on his lips as he reached out his hand to her.

His hands seemed to wield a spell, effortlessly drawing Evelyn to his side.

She knelt by the wheelchair, placing her hand in Leslie's.

Their fingers entwined, warmth mingling, the intimacy of the gesture undeniable.

With her head bowed, Evelyn listened as Leslie said, "If you ever have any trouble, reach out to me right away. I'll be there, no matter the time."

He was somewhat aware of the troubles in Evelyn's family.

She was bound to face numerous challenges.

But now, things were different.

She was his betrothed.

He had every reason to protect her.

Leslie's words magnified the sorrow in Evelyn's heart.

Truth be told, her life had been far from easy.

After her parents' divorce, she lived with her father.

But he had started a new family, complete with a daughter.

In that household, she was the surplus, the one who didn't quite fit.

And her mother, after the divorce, had remarried too.

To both her father and mother, Evelyn might have been nothing more than an... accident.

Yet now, it seemed she had found someone to lean on.

With this thought, tears cascaded down her cheeks, beyond her control.

Resting her head on Leslie's hand, she cried on his lap for a long while.

It wasn't until Leslie gently patted her shoulder that she quieted.

Descending the stairs, Evelyn's anxiety eased when Marvin was nowhere in sight.

Dan approached, reminding, "Young Master, Mr. Gibbs has gone to get the car. He said you should hurry; the elder is waiting."

"Understood," Leslie responded coolly, his pace unhurried. Turning to Evelyn, he added, "Evelyn, go on ahead. If you need anything, just contact me."

"Okay."

After bidding farewell, Evelyn departed.

No sooner had she gone than Dan approached, unable to contain his curiosity. "Young Master, what did Dr. Lee say about your visit this morning?"

The question extinguished the smile on Leslie's face as swiftly as it had appeared, his expression reverting to its customary iciness—as if he had never known mirth.

Julius's words echoed in his mind: "Young Master, the likelihood of your leg healing... is exceedingly slim."

Leslie's eyes fell, prompting Dan to offer reassurance. "Young Master, you'll surely recover."

Leslie's laughter broke through at Dan's encouragement. "Dan, do you really think I'm that fragile?"

In Aroonshire, Leslie's reputation was one of decisiveness and ruthlessness, a man both feared and respected.

Yet, unknown to many, his injury was the result of saving a woman.

Dan ventured, "Young Master, with Miss Solis by your side, you're bound to improve."

Miss Solis.

Evelyn.

Her name brought the image of her tranquil, contented face to Leslie's mind.

Indeed!

He was no longer solitary.

He had a wife.

Dan expected silence to follow, but instead, a barely audible murmur filled the stillness: "Mmm."

Dan stood there, dumbfounded.

He was certain—the Young Master had changed.