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Seeing the two men gearing up to strike again, Karina instinctively reached for Wilfred, ready to pull him away.

A little humiliation was better than getting hurt, she thought.

The blow Wilfred had taken earlier still made her heart pound with fear just thinking about it. She couldn't imagine the state of his back now. It was likely bruised and swollen but there was no time to sit down and check. Without hesitation, Karina reached out and grabbed Wilfred's hand. His wide, warm palm enveloped hers, though she didn't seem to notice.

"Dr. Wilfred, let's go. The police will handle this when they arrive," she urged, tugging him gently.

Karina didn't pay attention to the moment, but Wilfred did. Her hand felt so small, so delicate in his, as if he could completely enclose it with just a slight movement. A strange warmth crept into his chest, unsettling him. He pulled his hand free, his voice calm but firm. "There's no need."

Before Karina could argue, the sound of sirens pierced the tension. She turned and saw the police arriving, swiftly taking control of the situation and dispersing the angry crowd. Relief washed over her, and her eyes fell on Wilfred's phone, the corner of which stuck out from his pocket.

It looked like he had hastily stuffed it there.

Realization dawned on her that Wilfred must have already contacted the authorities while no one else had noticed. That explained his unshaken composure.

Wilfred and Karina, as witnesses, were asked to provide

needed medical attention

tried to treat his injuries himself, but no matter how skilled he was, there was no way he could properly reach the bruises on his back. After fumbling for some time, irritation

the sound as he called out, "Who is

Karina's voice came through, clear yet tinged with nervousness. "I thought... you might need help applying the medicine. If you don't mind, I

stood outside the door,

silent

her cheeks flush with embarrassment and awkwardly added, "You can just

could finish, Wilfred's

she cautiously

the edge of

lay casually tossed aside, and his shirt was partially unbuttoned, one side still clinging to his frame

and the faint ripple of his muscles seemed both effortless

up the medicine,