The doctor arrived less than fifteen minutes later. Dominic had practically dragged him into the house, knowing fully well that he had a lot of patients he needed to attend.
Rachel was laid gently on the wide bed in one of the guest rooms, her face pale, lips slightly parted as she struggled to breathe through the pain.
The blood had been cleaned, but the sight of the reopened stitches still made. Dominic’s jaw tightens.
“This should have been treated earlier,” the doctor muttered, adjusting his gloves. “She’s lucky the damage isn’t worse.”
Dominic stood by the bedside, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his gaze never leaving Rachel’s face. Every wince she made felt like a personal accusation, like he was behind everything.
Hana hovered nervously by the door, her palm buried on h
