Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Spouses Fight
How can I pretend I don't know what you said? That's definitely not possible!
I helped him sit up straight and looked him in the eyes to show my sincerity. "I can't lie. I do know."
Scott's eyes suddenly became fierce, as if he was going to pull out a knife and stab me to death in the next second!
“But I won’t tell anyone,” I said.
He sneered, "Only the dead can't speak."
"...If you want to do this, I can't resist." I lowered my head, a little self-deprecating, "But I don't regret saving you. I don't regret saving any innocent life."
Scott's eyes froze for a moment, and he looked away somewhat unnaturally, "You are very good at sweet talk."
"I always speak the truth," I replied.
My arm hurt a lot. A quick look revealed that the wound was ten centimeters long.
My back was sweating from the pain, but I controlled myself from grimacing.
That’s not a good look and doesn’t fit my personality.
Seeing that Scott still didn't say anything, I decided to use my ultimate move. "Just assume that you want to kill me to silence me. Can I leave you with some last words?"
Scott stood up and looked down at me. "Speak."
"Say goodbye to Kirsty for me. He's fine. I wish him freedom, freedom from the constraints of gender, and the freedom to marry whoever he wants. And then there's you."
Having said that, I looked up at him.
The sun was quite strong, it hurt my eyes and made me cry physiologically.
I saw Scott's lips purse as he waited for the rest of my words.
"You are very good. You are better than many alphas I know." I said sincerely and began to observe his micro-expressions.
In the backlight, I could clearly see his slightly widened eyes.
"You had no choice but to marry Olvera. You could have been a beloved omega, but you didn't succumb to the temptations offered. You triumphed over many people. Scott...your excellence has nothing to do with gender. You are an excellent person, and no one has the right to question you."
Alright, alright. That's all I have to say. If you want to kill me again, that's too much!
Take me to treat my wound immediately, otherwise I will die from excessive blood loss!
We just stared at each other in silence for a long time, until our eyes became dry and painful.
"Levin Scott, that's my full name," Scott said suddenly.
He bent down and condescendingly stretched out his hand to pull me up from the ground, "I..."
The young man opened and closed his mouth, but after struggling for a while he still couldn't utter the words of apology.
Come on, I don’t need a verbal apology, just take me to treat my wound quickly!
"Aren't you going to kill me?" I asked him.
Levin frowned, turned his head and whispered, "Well, there's no need. I have more important things to deal with here."
What's going on? Can you tell me?
Just kidding, I didn't dare to ask.
"Well...um, do you know where there is a cheaper clinic?" I reminded him in a roundabout way.
"Well, I'll take you there." Levin just remembered that I was a patient. "After all, you saved me, too. I'll compensate you."
Wow! What kind of shit is that? Does it mean I'm honored to have saved you?
I suddenly regretted not throwing a few more punches in the elevator!
I cursed inwardly and followed Levin away.
Of course, I didn't forget to ask Kirsty for leave.
He asked me what was going on, and I answered truthfully, using a rather eccentric approach to gain sympathy from Kirsty.
As expected, he transferred a large sum of money to me, saying it was work injury compensation.
Hey! I like this kind of straightforward people!
When I got into the limousine, I felt guilty and uncomfortable for a second, but the next second I felt justified.
I am Levin Scott's savior... Although there were reasons why I interfered, I did save him!
"Your car is beautiful." I said, a rare truth. "The last four-wheeled car I built was a police car."
What a joke from hell, I was speechless laughing at myself.
Levin and I sat side by side, having already taken his glasses from his subordinate and put them on again.
He finally saw the wound on my arm clearly.
The smell of blood surrounding his nose was not a pleasant feeling, but as he was a mysophobe, he could only endure it.
I looked at the scenery outside the window carefully, and memorized the passing scenery in detail in my mind.
I have been to several unscrupulous clinics in the slums. The sanitary conditions are terrible but the fees are extremely high.
If it weren't for my admirable craftsmanship and unparalleled manual skills, I wouldn't be able to afford the medical expenses.
The expression of the black-hearted doctor as he spoke while lying on the operating table in only a white coat began to echo in my mind.
It's too hot, which is not good for your physical and mental health.
Don’t think about it anymore. At worst, I can go and check again in a few days.
The car drove smoothly out of the slums and headed towards a place that was completely unfamiliar to me.
The houses are made of reinforced concrete, the streets are clean and tidy, and there are guards patrolling regularly. Even the street lights are intact and no one has stolen the wires!
This is the transition zone between the slums and the Keya district. Ordinary people who want to cross here need to apply to the police station and obtain approval before they can cross the checkpoint. Otherwise, they will be mercilessly killed by the soldiers outside the wall.
I have passed by here countless times, fantasizing that I could leave with a clear conscience.
But I can't leave, I can only let that person leave.
This was promised at the beginning. If I want to leave Keya District later, I will need that person's help.
Faced with such a situation, I had to be a good person who kept my promises.
Finally we arrived at the hospital and got off the car.
Levin's tone was stiff as he had someone tend to my wounds, and it was obvious that he had never truly cared about anyone else.
"Don't worry about the medical expenses." Levin said to me with a stiff expression and a choked throat, "If you need anything later, just contact my assistant."
The assistant gave me a fake business smile.
I also nod to show my politeness.
"Please take off your coat," the nurse said with a sweet smile.
I did as I was told and exposed the wound.
Just then, Levin's communicator rang.
He glanced at the contact, his expression changed, and he turned to make the call from another place.
I heard several key words from it, such as "no man's land", "rebel party", "Angsa", etc.
I understand the first two words, but the third one is obviously a person's name.
Whose name? The name of the leader of the rebel organization? Or the mastermind behind the speech on the 21st?
The messy information on the 26th came back into my mind.
First of all I can confirm that there are multiple rebel parties.
Ali and others who transported the ore, the convenience store clerk who reported me and others... If I were to make a bolder guess, perhaps even the people who preached the rebellion on the 21st were from another group.
God damn it! Can't you guys just divide the work and work together towards a common goal? Is a slum worth fighting over here?
As I was cursing inwardly, I suddenly felt something scratching the palm of my hand.
I raised my eyes and saw the sweet-looking nurse winking at me.
He disinfected my wound gently and skillfully, and when he noticed my gaze, he rubbed my calf with his heel.
"What's your name?" he asked in a low voice.
I didn't reply.
It's inexplicable. Everything is a mess now, and I look so poor. No matter how I think about it, it's impossible for something to fall from the sky.
Who knows if I'm in high spirits and about to enjoy the food, seventy or eighty people will suddenly rush into the house and catch me.
He continued to tease with his heels, and even used the tabletop as an obstacle to test the deeper bottom line, constantly climbing upwards.
I still maintained my honest persona and asked him sincerely, "Are you feeling unwell? I'll take care of the rest myself."
The nurse's expression froze and she looked at me as if she had seen a ghost.
"No, it's okay." He chuckled twice and continued to bandage my wound.
Before leaving, he still didn't give up and slipped a note into my pocket.
No, why is this person so persistent?
Am I the kind of person who gets carried away by lust even though I know there is danger... I'll just take a look.
Taking the note out of my pocket, I saw a communicator ID and an address written on it in black pen.
I looked at the address and it was somewhere I couldn't get to.
Forget it then.
I just crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
By this time, Levin had finished the call and returned to me. Seeing that my wound was bandaged, he had his assistant give me the remaining medicine.
On the way back to the slums, I asked him out of curiosity, "Are you going to live with Olvera?"
"Yeah." Levin returned to his cold expression.
I saw his brow furrowed, so I raised my uninjured hand, hovered it over his brow, and said, "You're both good people with your own problems. You should talk it over. Maybe there's still hope."
Levin's eyes focused on my fingers, then looked away after a moment.
"I'm sorry, I thought we were friends, and I took the liberty of thinking that I could tell you something from my heart." I said in a lost voice.
"...Yeah. I'll try." Levin finally compromised.
Instead of asking Levin to take me back to the shabby house, I asked him to go straight back to the luxury apartment.
Well, I just want to meet Olvera, test how the two of them get along, and then take the opportunity to do some small moves to sow discord.
When I really met Olvera, a line from a song suddenly popped up in my mind: For all the pain of love ~ For all the pain of hate ~
Why does this crappy library always like to do these weird things!
"It's strange that you two are together." Olvera stood in front of the car with her arms folded, her eyes moving meaningfully between Levin and me.
This psychopath is going crazy, and I gave the diagnosis based on my experience.
"Ovira, I should be the one asking you this kind of question." Levin frowned unhappily.
"What do you want to ask? If it's the same question as last night, then my answer is still the same: don't want to know." Ovira said with a forced smile.
His red hair was dazzlingly bright in the sunlight, but his eyes were a deep black.
The contrast is so stark that it's offensive.
The air around me was slightly frozen, and I stood nearby, pretending not to exist and trying to reduce my presence as much as possible.
"Ha, did that extramarital affair really make you feel emotional?" Levin said sarcastically, "Ovira, if it weren't for me, do you think you could have continued to stay in Ascend City?"
Olvera's expression suddenly changed, and her smile twisted into a shocking viciousness. "Do I have any other choice? Levin Scott, your condescending attitude is even more disgusting than anyone else!"
"You're just ungrateful!" Levin cursed. "Is there anyone else besides me at that time? I should have known earlier that you are a shameless person!"
"How moral are you? When something happened in the no-man's land, you were probably secretly gloating in some corner! You're just a cockroach that no one cares about!"
"Bang!" Levin grabbed Olvera's collar and pressed her on the hood of the car!
I was originally enjoying the show, but immediately my eyes widened!
I do it! If you guys are arguing, just argue, why bother with violence?
I'm forced to join the fight! I still have so much to hear!
"Stop arguing! Why do you have to use violence to solve problems?" I said, heartbrokenly, forcing the two of them to separate. "You both have your own difficulties, why don't you just talk it out calmly?"
The author has something to say:
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Useless: I'm not someone who uses violence casually...Except when I'm messing around, that's called XP.
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