Chapter 1276: Seeing You Cry Hurts More Than My Wounds
"I’m fine, really fine." Mason Nightshade raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Aurelia Shaw’s face. He had never known before just how easily his woman could cry.
He also never knew how much it hurt him to see her cry.
"Really, I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt." Mason tenderly kissed her cheek, his tongue tasting the bitterness of her tears, and he sighed, "Compared to the pain of the injury, seeing you cry hurts me more."
Aurelia stood up, wiped her tears, and turned her gaze to Junia Simpson, "Dr. Simpson, I’m counting on you."
"Rest assured, sister-in-law." They were still habitually calling Aurelia sister-in-law.
Because they could tell how Mason felt about her, in this lifetime, the only person who could be Mason’s woman, who could be their sister-in-law, was Aurelia.
Junia unwrapped the bandage Mason had wound. The bandage stuck to his flesh, and every time it was removed, it tore off a layer of skin. This kind of pain was unbearable even for Junia, who merely witnessed it, let alone Mason, who endured it.
Every time she changed Mason’s dressing, Junia would hold her breath. It was also why she kept reminding Mason not to let the wound split open again, because each time it did, it had to be re-stitched, and the bandages re-applied, subjecting Mason to the same excruciating pain all over again.
Aurelia couldn’t bear to watch, so she averted her gaze.
The room was so silent you could hear the faintest sounds.
For instance, Aurelia could hear nothing but the sounds of Mason’s dressing being changed, like a needle piercing her heart, causing waves of aching.
Until Junia’s voice finally came:
"All done." Junia exhaled, and in just that short time, her forehead was covered in sweat.
Aurelia exhaled.
Mason was about to stand up when Aurelia placed her hand on his shoulder and turned to Junia, "Do you have a wheelchair?"
Junia was momentarily stunned, then responded, "I’ll go get one for you." With that, she left the room.
"I haven’t reached the point where I can’t walk yet." Mason said helplessly, though he was happy to be pampered by his worried woman, he didn’t want to become useless.
Aurelia ignored him.
Mason sighed in resignation, feeling like he didn’t even have the right to speak after getting injured.
He played with Aurelia’s fingers. Junia returned with a wheelchair, glancing at it to check the size, which seemed a perfect fit for him.
How long had she secretly planned for him to use this thing?
Junia didn’t dare meet Mason’s eyes; she had prepared this wheelchair for him long ago, knowing his temper would keep him from using it—until today.
As expected, Mason only listened to what Aurelia said.
"Brother Mason, let me help you sit down."
But before Junia could reach out, Mason was already standing.
"I haven’t reached the point where I can’t walk." Just as he stood, someone caught his arm and placed it over a slender shoulder; Aurelia helped him to the wheelchair and pushed him out without allowing any protest.
"If you feel embarrassed, just wear a mask. From now on, all your activities must be done in the wheelchair," Aurelia reminded him, her tone leaving no room for debate.
"..." After a moment of silence, Mason reached out to Junia and put on a mask.
"Whose cat is this?" Junia asked curiously, noticing the white cat lounging on the windowsill since earlier.
"Found it by the roadside. It probably has an owner. Later, please hold it and ask around whose cat it is." Aurelia walked to the door, stopping to glance longingly at the white cat.
The white cat stared back with clear blue eyes, as if realizing that the two were about to part, and let out a reluctant meow.
Sigh. Aurelia sighed inwardly. In the end, it wasn’t her cat. If she took it home, its owner would surely be anxious, wouldn’t they?