When the Contract Marriage Ended, He Stayed

Chapter 115: A Casual Rescue

Hazel Hawthorne and Sharon Winters looked with matching expressions of pity at the woman clinging to life on the hospital bed. For some reason, Hazel found the woman’s face familiar, as if she had seen her somewhere before. But for the life of her, she couldn’t place it.

"Hazel, what are you thinking? You’re just staring at her without saying a word," Sharon Winters asked, looking at Hazel curiously. They had found the unconscious woman on the side of the road. If it hadn’t been for Hazel’s sharp eyes, they wouldn’t have even spotted the poor woman.

Sharon Winters had never seen a body so covered in wounds—there wasn’t a single uninjured patch of skin. On the way to the hospital, Sharon had briefly examined the woman’s injuries and found that her body was covered in either cigarette burns or slashes from a blade...

Some of the wounds, having not been treated in time, were already inflamed and festering, a truly horrifying sight.

"If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I’d never believe someone so vicious could exist. To do something this cruel to another person... I wonder who this woman could have possibly offended."

"Hazel?" Sharon Winters had been talking nonstop, but Hazel hadn’t responded. She waved a hand in front of her friend’s face. "Hey, I’m talking to you. What are you thinking about? You’re completely spaced out."

"I just feel like I’ve seen this woman somewhere before. She looks so familiar."

"Maybe you just passed her on the street sometime," Sharon Winters said slowly. "For now, we should figure out how to contact her family."

Hazel racked her brain but came up with nothing, so she decided to drop it. Since they hadn’t been able to contact the woman’s family, they couldn’t very well leave the hospital. They’d just have to wait for her to wake up so they could help her get in touch with her relatives before they left.

Sharon Winters was highly sentimental—the kind of person who cried watching TV shows. She couldn’t bear to see suffering, and faced with something so utterly inhumane, her tears were unending. She was sniffling quietly, her waterworks starting up again whenever the woman’s injuries were mentioned.

kind of

would I know? This world is full of people whose hearts you can’t read from their faces. Someone who acts like a saint in public might be a devil

with Hazel Hawthorne’s point. "Evil is evil, and good is good. How can it be hard to tell the

scale for weighing good and evil, and she had always

The woman on the bed suddenly twitched a finger. Sharon Winters excitedly leaned in close. She saw the woman’s eyelids flutter, and a moment later,

smiled. "You’re

seeing Sharon, but the moment her eyes landed on Hazel, her face twisted in terror. Hazel

tightly, her whole body

doctor gave her a sedative, and

sweat, stared at the now-sedated woman on the bed. "She seems terrified of

though she looks really familiar to me, too, I just can’t for the life of

Take your time. If you’ve met her before, you’ll definitely remember. You have

eyes. ’As if I

abrupt movement startled Sharon Winters, who had just dozed off. She blinked her wide, innocent eyes, staring blankly

know where I’ve seen her now," Hazel said coldly. "But I need to confirm my theory. I have to call someone over here first. This person will

made a call, briefly

"Hazel."

"Don’t worry. As soon as this person gets here, I can get to

"Okay."

When the door to the room was pushed open, Aiden Xavier walked in. He saw Sharon Winters dozing in a nearby chair and the still-unconscious person on the bed.