I've Been There Before

His slender fingers touched the scar.

He could feel the unevenness.

It felt like his fingers were burned as he touched it.

“When it comes to a broken body like this, how could you torture her?” Humbert was still on the phone with his half-taunting tone.

But Caden ignored his teasing as his thumb caressed the scar. Suddenly, he did something so strange to her that he covered it with his palm.

Staring at his palm, he didn’t know what he was doing.

Hearing no voice, Humbert thought Caden had hung up on him.

But he didn’t end the call as he picked up a cigarette and lit it to savor the taste of Nicotine, while Caden said unassumingly, “It’s longer than my palm.”

“What?” Humbert paused a beat before figuring it out. “You mean Grace’s scar on her waist?” Humbert understood him as they had been best friends for so long.

“Even longer than your hand?” Humbert sucked up hard on his cigarette before bubbling a smokey circle.

“Which implies her surgeon was really inexperienced, so terrible that…

Well, when I was in the medical college, our teacher let us remove the human specimen’s kidneys for the first time, but we made the scar much smaller than Grace’s.”

“What do you mean?”

“It means, perhaps…No, it’s certain that her surgeon doesn’t have a medical certificate. You know, people like street surgeons.”

surgeon, surgeons without

her scar to me,”

can tell me information you didn’t discover. Don’t you want

smoke. “Send me the photo,

didn’t think he’d persuade Caden, who was too cold and arrogant to understand others,

actually, captured her

blame as it’s hard for people like them to care for a woman. They were

Humbert didn’t think Caden could send him the picture as he was

which burned his arm on his lap.

It hurts. “Wait up,

cellphone popped out a message as he asked. “Well…” Holy crap. Caden did send him a

tapped it…which was a picture of a “true” scar—a nasty one filling the

stared at the picture. Why did he think it implied

it as he studied on the HD

Caden asked annoyingly, and Humbert hastily answered, “I got

“What?”

the bitch didn’t needle the scar properly, not to mention

his jaw as he could picture Humbert’s words in his mind where a twisting woman was pressed against the operation bed…His heart

heck

cut him off. “You can’t blame them as it’s your bad

me for not reminding you that what Grace had suffered was more

was the daughter of family James, and you couldn’t know her better when she was locked in the

by his own words. It occurred to him the reason why Grace, a confident and lively