She Lost Memory Before The Divorce
/ She Lost Memory Before the Divorce Chapter 219
Chapter 219: Chapter 0219: Mu Lan is my life, if she is harmed, there should be a price to pay Chapter 219: Chapter 0219: Mu Lan is my life, if she is harmed, there should be a price to pay Huo Tingxiao looked at Katrina, and like a whirlwind, he raced towards her and forcefully grabbed her fingers.
“What are you doing? Ah!”
The next moment, her fingers were forcefully bent towards the back of her hand at an extremely twisted angle.
Katrina's scream nearly resonated through the entire estate; Louie and Gaston inside the house were shocked as they looked towards the outside.
Gaston wanted to get up, but as soon as he moved slightly, the pain made him grit his teeth and grimace.
Louie quickly stepped outside, only to see Katrina clutching her twisted and fractured right hand, continuously howling in pain.
“My hand, my hand…”
Huo Tingxiao walked to the passenger side, opened the car door, and looked at the exhausted Mu Lan, feeling an indescribable heartache.
“Where are you injured?”
Mu Lan shook her head.
“I'm fine.”
Huo Tingxiao saw her disheveled hair, her bruised lips, and her wrinkled clothes; then he looked at her feet.
“Your foot…”
“It's nothing, Tingxiao, I'm really fine.”
Mu Lan's foot was in severe pain, but seeing Huo Tingxiao in such a state, how could she dare to speak the truth? Having just heard Katrina's screams, she could tell how furious the man was; saying anything more would only add fuel to the fire.
It was already a great fortune to have returned safely; she didn't want to complicate matters further, seek an eye for an eye, and most of all… she didn't want Tingxiao to come to any harm.
Huo Tingxiao unbuckled her seatbelt and then held her in his arms.
Louie, looking at the disheveled Mu Lan, found himself unable to voice the words he had planned to say.
Katrina had left Mu Lan in such a state; it was only right for her to receive a lesson.
“Mr. Louie, as the Family Head, I still expect a satisfactory answer from you.”
A satisfactory answer? Louie looked at Huo Tingxiao, unable to save face, but he couldn't say anything–in the end, they were in the wrong.
This time, for safety, Huo Tingxiao didn't return to the hotel but instead took Long Xiao's advice and followed him back to Chinatown.
They first visited a medical clinic to examine the injury on her foot. As soon as the doctor saw it, his brow furrowed deeply.
“How did it swell up like this?”
Upon glancing at Mu Lan's somewhat disheveled appearance, the doctor couldn't help but cast a reproachful look at Huo Tingxiao.
“You young man, you really don't know how to take care of someone. A wife should be cherished in the palm of your hand.”
Mu Lan instinctively defended Huo Tingxiao.
“No, it's not his fault, doctor…”
Huo Tingxiao's tone was filled with self-reproach, wishing the pain had been his to bear.
“You are right, I didn't take good care of her.”
Mu Lan's heart softened by three inches, comforting him:
“You've done very well already.”
Huo Tingxiao looked at Mu Lan, who had been through such a great ordeal without crying or making a fuss, overly composed.
The calmer she was, the more unsettled Huo Tingxiao's heart became.
His handsome face showed little expression, but his dark eyes were surging with strong emotions.
After leaving the clinic, Long Xiao led them to his villa and arranged the largest and most comfortable guest room for them.
After a maid helped Mu Lan with her bath and change of clothes, she lay on the soft big bed in a bathrobe, curling her body together as if that would grant her some sense of security.
Clutching the quilt in her arms, she suddenly burst into tears, her body trembling like a sieve; she was living in fear, and with her eyes closed, the faces of those men hovered in her mind.
The horrific scar on one's face, and their hands reaching out, ready to tear her clothes…
The tears flowed more and more, and when Huo Tingxiao entered, he saw Mu Lan holding the quilt, crying softly and restrainedly.
Mu Lan suddenly opened her eyes when she heard the noise, unconsciously wiping away her tears and turning her head to look at Huo Tingxiao.
Seeing her teary red eyes, Huo Tingxiao walked over, gently turned her body toward him, and held her in his arms.
One hand cupped the back of her head while the other lightly patted her back, his voice gentle yet hoarse.
“It's okay now, it's okay…”
Mu Lan stiffened in his embrace at first but soon softened, her hands resting at his waist, clutching the shirt on his body tightly.
Her throat was sore and tight, and the words she uttered were fragmented.
“Huo Tingxiao, I thought… I thought I couldn't come back.”
Each word pierced Huo Tingxiao's heart like a knife. He regretted not staying by her side the whole time and regretted even more that he had let Katrina off so easily.
He had heard from the bodyguards that if she hadn't been alert and noticed something was wrong with the driver, she might not have even had a chance to make a distress call.
Just the thought of possibly losing her made Huo Tingxiao shiver all over, his hands and feet growing cold.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I failed to protect you.”
Hearing Huo Tingxiao's gentle comfort, Mu Lan couldn't hold back her emotions any longer and broke into heartbreaking sobs while huddled in his arms.
She wasn't fearless, it's just that at that time, all she could think about was surviving; she didn't have the time to think about anything else.
And now the faces of those people seemed etched into her brain, impossible to dislodge, flashing before her eyes whenever she closed them.
Feeling a wetness on his chest, Huo Tingxiao's heart clenched painfully with overwhelming sympathy.
“Mu Lan, I'll never let you get hurt again…”
Mu Lan's tears kept falling. Huo Tingxiao hugged her even tighter, his eyes darkening as he began to contemplate how to punish those hired by Katrina.
She cried until she was exhausted and even felt a bit weak in his arms, limp as if she were dough.
Perhaps it was the warmth and solidity of Huo Tingxiao's embrace, the sense of safety it gave her, that allowed Mu Lan slowly to drift off to sleep in his arms.
Huo Tingxiao held her for a while, making sure she was really asleep before he quietly left the room.
Once he reached the living room on the first floor, Long Xiao was brewing kung fu tea.
“How is she?”
“She cried until she got tired and fell asleep.”
Long Xiao raised an eyebrow.
“Your wife is really something. She didn't make a scene when she saw you but waited to cry behind closed doors. I am starting to admire her.”
“Did you find those people?”
“Hmm, confirmed it's them, habitual kidnappers, each with blood on their hands.
It seems that woman wanted your wife dead, truly, hell hath no fury.”
Long Xiao's words made Huo Tingxiao frown, a murderous intent visible in the depths of his eyes.
“Thanks for your help with this matter.”
Long Xiao almost dropped the teacup on the table from the shock.
“Is it about to rain blood from the skies? You're thanking me? Besides, it's partly my fault for my men's incompetence that my sister-in-law got into trouble. So, if you say you've inconvenienced me, it sounds like you're mocking me.”
Huo Tingxiao looked at Long Xiao, his eyes dark and impenetrable like ink, leaving Long Xiao unsettled. Squashing a few ants was easy, but as for Katrina … being from the Lawrence family, any action would require a meticulous plan.
“Katrina's matter is not over yet, so saying you've inconvenienced me is not going too far.”
As expected…
Long Xiao paused for a moment.
“Are you sure? She's Gaston's darling, any harm to her, and the trouble won't be small.”
Huo Tingxiao gave a cold laugh.
“Mu Lan is my life. She dared to harm her, so she must pay the price.”
Chapter end
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