Deep love: insatiable lover

-Candy! Baby, are you okay?

Dylan’s heart was beating frantically as he hugged his daughter tightly.

Dylan’s body couldn’t help but shudder at the thought that if he hadn’t been quick enough at this moment, his girl would have fallen down the stairs with that bastard Orlando.

His whole body was tense with muscles and full of fear.

Cecilia was calmly hugging her father, who was also hugging him just as tightly.

-I’m fine.

She was calm and collected, not at all like a child who is not yet four years old.

Dylan felt his heartbeat, almost overflowing, slowly stabilise before he let go of his daughter, took her hand and looked at her, and finally looked at the wound in her neck.

He wanted to touch it, but was worried that touching it would hurt him.

-Does it hurt?

Dylan almost shed a tear at the sight of the blood on his daughter’s neck.

He dreaded to think what he would do if Orlando had killed his girl not to humiliate him, but in a frenzy of revenge. Just the thought of that possibility made his body shudder uncontrollably.

-It doesn’t hurt. Dad is the one that hurts.

Cecilia shook her head and tried to smile.

The cut on his neck was shallow, though even that was painful enough to frighten a child. But Cecilia was filled with thoughts of her father’s stabbed leg, where she remembered so much blood being spilled.

-Dad is fine, and Dad is not in pain.

Dylan smiled and hugged his daughter, kissing her again and again on the cheek, unable to kiss her enough.

-Sir, let’s go to the hospital first.

How can a wound like this be OK, how can it not hurt?

The thigh wound was only going to get worse, and it would be dangerous if he didn’t go to hospital.

-Let’s go to the hospital.

Dylan smiled, lifting his daughter.

-Dad, I can walk by myself. You’re too hurt to carry Candy.

-It’s OK.

At the worried look on his daughter’s face, Dylan was unconcerned.

It was just a thigh injury and walking hurt a bit, it didn’t matter.

Nothing could compare to his little girl, nothing was as important as his Candy.

Matthew was also worried about his leg and went up to him and said.

-Should I take Candy?

Dylan avoided his hand, his face cold and stern.

-No.

Matthew had no choice but to follow the two in fear and trepidation. He kept a nervous eye on Dylan, fearing that he might lose his balance because of the leg injury.

But Dylan’s pace was steady, even though the wound on his thigh was bleeding continuously.

But because he was carrying Cecilia in his arms, Dylan walked steadily with every step he took.

The three of them went down in the lift, Orlando’s body had been removed and the crowd evacuated, leaving only the ambulance parked.

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Dylan said as he carried Cecilia to the ambulance and turned to Mateo.

-Yes, sir.

Matthew nodded, gesturing for the bodyguard beside him to follow him before turning to leave.

Even if the alleged live video was fake, something of this magnitude had happened, and it was related to SJ’s own president and his daughter, and there were so many witnesses at the scene, that it would have a bad effect on the company and on Dylan if it was not handled properly.

Mateo, of course, is the best at this sort of thing.

Hospital.

-Sir, your wound needs to be treated first.

The nurse said with concern, looking at Dylan, whose suit trousers were already soaked with blood. It was obvious that he was badly injured, but she insisted on waiting until the small wound on her daughter’s neck was treated before going to seek treatment.

But if he delayed any longer, he would lose a lot of blood.

-I’m fine.

Dylan said in a cold voice, his aura so bitter that the nurse didn’t dare say anything else. She could only move more quickly to treat Cecilia’s neck wound, hoping it would be done quickly enough for the patient to tend to his own wounds.

-That’s it.

-Candy is great, a lot of pain but he doesn’t cry.

-Dad! Dad, you need to call the nurse and the doctor to help you with your wound, you’re bleeding a lot.

Mum had disappeared and he was worried that something had happened to Dad too.

Cecilia’s heart was so full of panic that she didn’t even care about the pain, she just wanted Dylan to hurry up and heal the wound.

-Okay, Dad’s on his way.

Enrique arrives and Dylan leaves Cecilia in his care before following the doctor and nurse who are waiting nearby.

Cecilia was curled up in Enrique’s arms, her eyes red and her voice cracking with sobs.

-Uncle, is Dad going to be all right?

-Everything is going to be fine.

Henry replied earnestly as he held the child tightly in his arms.

Seeing the finished wound on his neck, Henry even wanted to bring the already dead Orlando back to life and kill him again.

Orlando was truly heartless to do this to a child less than four years old!

-Uncle, I’m scared. Mummy’s gone and I’m afraid daddy’s gone too.

Cecilia dared to express her panic and concern without her father around.

Looking at the girl, who was desperately trying to hold back tears and fear, Enrique could not help but hug her tightly and reassure her again and again.

-No, Vanessa will be back soon, and your father will be fine.

Where Cecilia could not see, Enrique’s eyes were red.

Dylan’s wound was not serious, as he had avoided vital stitches, so it just looked scary, and the blood loss meant he had to stay in bed. He lay awake the whole time he was stitched up, so worried about Cecilia waiting for him outside that he forgot about the pain.

He was concerned that his daughter was frightened and that the incident had re-traumatised her psychological state.

Unfortunately, Orlando was already dead and the situation was such that only snipers could be used.

Dylan was full of anger, but he had nowhere to vent it, but contained it.

Pushed by the nurse, Dylan found Cecilia at first sight.

-Dad!

The girl also jumped out of Enrique’s arms and rushed to Dylan’s side, looking at him with concern.

-Dad is fine, don’t worry.

-Mmm.

Cecilia nodded vigorously and was picked up by Enrique, who stood up, and the two of them followed the nurse to take Dylan to his room.

Cecilia was hungry and sleepy after tossing and turning.

Enrique made her sleep with Dylan while he went to buy a lot of food.

Dylan patiently coaxed her to eat something to eat and let his daughter lie down next to him to sleep.

As if worried about her father, Cecilia’s hand was still wrapped tightly around Dylan’s arm even as he slept, snuggled in his arms, looking good and loving.

Dylan’s gaze towards his daughter was also tender and full of love.