As they entered the room, Carl silently lay face down on the bed.Dr. Percy lifted the coat covering Carl's back and gasped. Despite the security chief's restraint, the first three lashes had clearly been delivered with considerable force. The water-soaked whip had left particularly nasty welts, as if barbed wire had torn into the flesh."Good God, why did they beat you again? Last time it was because of Renee and you..." Dr. Percy trailed off, suddenly realizing something. "Is it her again? Is she your nemesis or something?"Carl shot him an icy glare.Even Patrick coughed twice nearby, clearly disapproving of Chris's comment about Renee.Dr. Percy awkwardly fell silent and put on gloves to clean the wounds. Finally, he sighed with relief. "Apart from three deeper cuts, the rest aren't serious. Whoever hit you managed to avoid vital areas. You'll heal with some rest."He then took out some anti-inflammatory pills from his bag and handed them to Carl.As Carl sat up to take the
The rain was falling steadily.Patrick quickly entered the house, nearly bumping into Renee."Uncle Patrick.""You're here. Why are you standing in the doorway? Come in and sit down.""Uncle, Mom and I saw you go to the family library earlier. Did something happen?" Renee asked cautiously.Patrick looked at her and sighed softly. "Renee, if you want to know, go see Carl. You'll find your answers there."His eyes seemed to be hinting at something.Renee's heart raced, and she felt unsteady. She grabbed the doorframe, her fingertips almost digging into the solid wood, but she felt no pain.After a few seconds of deep thought, she shook her head."Never mind. It's not necessary."Whatever happened in the library, and no matter how complicated the process, at least she had achieved her goal.This would surely cost Carl dearly.Patrick noticed Renee's recent changes and asked, puzzled, "Renee, what's wrong with you? Why are you so hostile towards Carl? He's not as terrible as yo
Carl took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke swirling around his face like a mask, hiding his expression.In the tense silence, Renee's heart skipped a beat. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay calm.Carl stubbed out his cigarette. "Let her go," he said flatly.Renee looked away, watching raindrops slide down a nearby leaf. "Uncle Carl, thanks for your help, but I won't be needing it anymore," she said coldly.His hand froze mid-motion as he watched her retreating figure.A phone ring broke the silence. It was Ms. Johnson."Still alive?" she asked."Barely," Carl replied dryly.She chuckled. "You called it. Someone made their move, and now your dear niece must be worried sick, huh?”Carl pinched the bridge of his nose. "She just cut ties with me."Ms. Johnson burst out laughing. "Well, why don't you come over and let me nurse you back to health?""I'll pass.""Ha!" she scoffed. "You wish you could, but she's already bailed! That's what you get for being all ta
Renee inwardly cursed Carl's shamelessness, but when she saw the blood on his hand, she hesitated for a moment.In that brief second of distraction, the man before her suddenly leaned toward her.Instinctively, she reached out to support him, catching a strong whiff of alcohol."Uncle Carl, are you crazy? You're drinking while injured?""Mm. Wasn't feeling great, so I had a bit."His chin rested on Renee's forehead, his voice low and tired.Renee felt the heat from his forehead and wavered internally, but reason won out over sympathy.She pushed against his chest. "Uncle, you're drunk. Let me call Jackson to take you home.""He left.""Then I'll call Annie. She'll take good care of you."Renee avoided his gaze, stepping back to create distance between them.Carl leaned against the doorframe, looking down at her with a neutral expression."That's very thoughtful of you."Renee caught his sarcasm and bit her lip. "Thank you for the compliment, Uncle Carl. I'll make that call
Renee felt uneasy under Carl's intense gaze and instinctively looked up at him.His eyes swept over her face, finally resting on her lips. He could still feel the warmth from their earlier kiss, and his throat tightened."Your mouth only behaves in one situation," he said, his breath warm against her skin.Renee instantly understood his meaning. But suddenly, a realization struck her, and anger flashed in her eyes."You tricked me! You're not drunk at all. There's no alcohol on your breath.""You're catching on, but... it's too late," Carl said, glancing down at where he stood.Renee realized he had already entered her apartment while she was distracted. By the time she came to her senses, he had calmly closed the door behind him.There was no way to make him leave now."You jerk!" Renee grabbed the keys from the cabinet and threw them at him, hitting his shoulder.Carl winced, his shoulder visibly sinking as if instinctively protecting itself.Alarmed, Renee immediately stoo
Renee, under Carl's guidance, was so flustered that she had to swallow hard several times.Carl smirked, glancing at her. "Need more instruction?"Snapping back to reality, Renee feigned composure. "No need. You're unwell, Uncle Carl. I'm just being respectful.""I didn't ask for excuses," Carl said, his eyes narrowing.Pressing her lips together, Renee quickly unbuttoned his shirt.Beneath the crisp fabric, Carl's physique was anything but modest.His muscles were well-defined yet proportionate, with visible but not overstated abs. Long legs and a slim waist, his belt resting just above his V-line, left plenty to the imagination.Renee caught her breath and looked away, but Carl leaned in closer."You're handy with those buttons. Who else have you been undressing?" His face remained impassive, as if discussing the weather.Renee felt a chill run through her."No one," she said softly.Carl acted as if he hadn't heard. "Travis?""No! Except for..." You.Renee clamped her m
Why didn't he say anything?Renee's mind was in turmoil, first with Travis's change, and now Carl's silent endurance.What was real? What was fake?Looking at the crisscrossing scars, she cautiously asked, "Uncle Carl, does Michael often punish you like this?""I'm not stupid," Carl replied nonchalantly."Then under what circumstances do you get punished?""When others don't use their heads.""..."Others, meaning Renee.So Carl, being the clever fox he was, must know how to protect himself.Then why did he...As she pondered, Carl turned his head. "Renee.""Hm?""Had enough of touching?"Hearing this, Renee snapped back to reality, realizing her hand had been caressing Carl's back the entire time.She quickly withdrew her hand, awkwardly rummaging through the first aid kit."Um... although it's bleeding, it's just a small tear. I'll apply some medicine, but I don't have those special healing patches.""There are some in my coat pocket," Carl said calmly.Renee paused
Renee froze, but reason quickly pulled her back to reality.Her and Carl? Impossible!There was no child between them, no forced marriage, nothing.Only hatred.Most importantly, Annie hadn't run off pregnant.Renee's body tensed, as if suddenly yanked from a scorching summer into the depths of winter, every pore trembling.She pressed her lips together. "Uncle, save those words for your woman.""I'll bandage your wound. You should go see your woman when you have time."See your precious Annie one last time.Perhaps she had become cold-blooded.When she learned Annie wanted to terminate the pregnancy, she was only slightly surprised. She felt no regret and didn't think about telling Carl.If he stopped it, it would all be meaningless.That demon child should become nothing more than blood flowing down a drain.He had inherited eight or nine-tenths of Annie's wickedness, always tormenting Sarah under the guise of poor health.Once, he even shot at Sarah's eyes with a sling