Chapter 476

Mercer slid into the backseat of his Mercedes, his hand instinctively clutching his shoulder. Simon, about to close the door, caught sight of the bloodstain spreading across his shirt. His eyes widened in alarm as he exclaimed, "Mr. Garland, you're hurt!"

Mercer waved it off with a careless gesture. "It's nothing, just a small wound."

But Simon's gaze lingered on the wound, and he could see that it was deeper than Mercer was letting on. "How about we go to the hospital to get it treated?" he suggested.

Mercer said in a commanding tone, "No. Take me home."

Simon frowned, but he knew better than to press the issue. He quickly got behind the wheel and sped off toward Mercer's residence.

Once they arrived, Mercer shed his jacket and carefully removed his shirt.

Simon's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the deep gash on Mercer's shoulder. The wound was deep and still bleeding.

"Let me get the first aid kit," Simon said, hurrying off to retrieve it.

As he cleaned and disinfect