Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 289

Grace remained silent and was extremely quiet as if she was lost in a world of her own. It was only

when the doctor was about to pull the photo album out of her hands that she seemed to suddenly come

to her senses. She clutched it tightly with both hands while screaming, "No!"

"He's not taking it. He just wants to see the injuries on your hands," Jay said softly. "Sis, give it to me

so that the doctor can take a good look at the injuries on your hands, okay?"

Hearing the word ‘sis’, she finally turned her eyes to him. "Jay..." she murmured.

"It's me," he replied. "Tell me, what the hell happened?"

Her lips trembled, and the tears in her eyes gushed out once again. "Burned... The photo album with all

of Mom’s photos… All burned."

She choked on her words. Each fluttering of her curled eyelashes seemed to bring more tears.

Jason was shocked. This half-burnt album... Was this a photo album of her and her mother?

After spending so much time together, he knew how important her mother was to her.

The doctor was finally able to inspect Grace's hands, and upon seeing them, he immediately began

treating the wounds before dressing them.

The back of her hand was still bruised from last time, and with her new wounds now, both of her hands

had to be covered with gauze.

All the while, Grace remained silent as if she felt no pain. However, the more she was like this, the

more people felt sorry for her.

Jason pulled out a handkerchief that he carried everywhere with him. He wiped the tears from Grace's

face. "Stop crying..."

Her tears made him miserable and helpless. Even if he ruled Emerald City, no amount of money or

power could bring back that prized photo album of hers. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

All he could do right now was wipe away her tears...

"There are some burns, but fortunately, they're not serious. You just can't get your hands wet, and you

need to change the dressing once a day," the doctor said.

"There won't be any effects after this?" Jason asked.

"They're only superficial wounds. There is no nerve or muscle damage, but I'm afraid there will be

some scarring," the doctor said.

Jason's brows could not help but furrow.

After her hands were bandaged, Grace insisted on holding the half-burnt photo album in her arms

again. It was as if she was holding her treasure.

Jason tightened his thin lips and picked up Grace once again. Then, he strode out of the emergency

room and headed back to his car.

"Don't worry about the scarring. Wait till your hands get better, and I'll get an expert to remove the scars

for you," he said.

She slowly raised her head, and her eyes fell on his face. There were still tears on her lashes, but her

eyes seemed to be gradually restoring clarity. After a long time, she said, "Sorry, I lost my composure

earlier."

When she had been overwhelmed by her emotions earlier, she saw him as Jay and cried to him...

Was it because it had been too painful to bear? Was that why she got confused?

"There’s nothing to be sorry for. You can always feel free to lose your composure in front of me," he

said.