The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 199
The silk fabric had already adhered to the wound in a large area, and the blood had dried up.
Nineteen’s hands were shaking, and he couldn’t completely remove the shirt after two attempts.
But the fleshy, bl oody whip wounds on the inside were already visible.
“Oh my Go d! Who did this? It’s too cruel!” Nineteen exclaimed in shock.
Nineteen, who had grown up in a black market organization, was used to strict rules. It was not uncommon for inadequate members to be severely beaten or even killed.
Moreover, Edgar was different. He was clearly a pampered young master. How could he suffer such a serious injury?
Edgar stopped him from being surprised and said, “Don’t shout, close the door and windows, and draw the curtains. If you can’t remove the shirt, apply a hot towel to it for a while.”
“Alright, alright.” Nineteen quickly complied, hurrying to the bathroom to get a hot towel
Applying a hot towel to the wound caused a sharp, needle-like pain once again.
Edgar’s body trembled violently, cold sweat pouring down like rain, and his grip deforming the pillow.
Although Nineteen didn’t often get beaten, he had experience in administering medical aid. He took an anti-inflammatory lozenge from the medicine cabinet and placed it in Edgar’s mouth. He then brought a basin of water to help clean the blood off his back, removing the soiled bandage.
“Mr. Fallen, who did this? Who dares to touch you, apart from Miss” Nineteen widened his pupils and asked softly. “It’s not actually a lady, is it?”
Edgar felt dizzy and buried his face in the blanket, not bothering to respond.

Nineteen pondered for a moment but realized something was amiss. “It shouldn’t be Miss. If it were her, you wouldn’t have let me handle the wound quietly.”
“Don’t speculate, hurry up. I need to cook before Grace comes back,” Edgar said, the pain evident in his voice. Walking was particularly painful due to the injury on his lower back, yet he still insisted. on getting up to cook.
Nineteen felt a pang of distress. He sighed, unable to come up with a good solution to hide the torn shirt from Miss Grace and the other bodyguards. He discreetly tucked it under the bed, concealing it for the time being.
The alcohol disinfection was too painful, so Nineteen opted for milder iodophor. The burns on the middle of Edgar’s back were properly bandaged.
Edgar insisted on getting out of bed, but Nineteen had no choice but to administer another shot of antibiotics.
Half an hour later, Grace returned to the Cloud View Villa accompanied by Joan, a lively girl. They scanned the entire Cloud View Villa, with Joan wrapping her arms around Grace and acting like a spoiled child, “Not bad, Sister Grace, I didn’t expect your Cloud View Villa’s environment to be this good. I made the right decision this time! Let’s stay here for a few more days!
Grace remained unaffected, her tone stern. “It’s fine, just three days. When the time comes, I’ll have the bodyguards escort you back to 5 City.”
Joan pouted, “Aww, Sister Grace is so heartless.”
Chapter 195
Grace’s tone softened, “That’s not true. We need to avoid any more trouble like we had at the bar today. If you want to stay here for a few days, you have to behave and be obedient, understand?” “I got it!” Joan replied with a grin, and the two of them entered the Cloud View Villa, laughing As soon as they opened the door, the aroma of food wafted towards Grace, and she instinctively glanced towards the kitchen. She had instructed Edgar to rest, so why was he up and cooking?
Edgar heard the sound and emerged from the kitchen. Grace noticed that he had changed into a dark black silk shirt. The top buttons were slightly undone, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone. It seemed like he had also washed his hair, looking handsome and refreshed. His condition and complexion appeared to have improved.
“Why aren’t you wearing a coat? Have you taken your cold medicine?” Grace’s voice remained as cold as ever, but her concern for him was evident as soon as she returned.
“You said you would come back at night to check on my injuries, so I didn’t wear it,” Edgar explained, pulling his shirt to reveal the bandage on his back. “I did sustain a minor injury earlier, but it’s been treated with medicine, as you can see.”
Grace remained silent, while Joan couldn’t take her eyes off Edgar. She studied his face intently and remarked, “Sister Grace, who is he? He looks so handsome! Your taste in men is exceptional!”
Since Joan had arrived at the bar after Edgar was injured, she hadn’t seen his face until now. His appearance captivated her attention.
Grace’s expression remained impassive as she replied, “He’s my ser vant.”
“Just a ser vant?” Joan’s eyes lit up. “Can you lend him to me for a few days?”
“No way,” Grace immediately refused without hesitation. She glared at Edgar, displeased with Joan’s obvious interest in him. “Put on your clothes!”
“Alright,” Edgar obediently nodded and quickly buttoned up his shirt, deliberately ignoring Joan’s presence as he went upstairs.
Joan tugged at Grace’s sleeve and acted like a spoiled child. “Let’s play for a couple of days, Sister Grace!”
Grace’s eyebrows furrowed. “No, there’s no need to discuss it.”
“Sister Grace”””
“Let’s eat!” Grace interrupted, leading Joan into the dining room.