~DORIAN’S POV~
I hurry towards a fallen Cecilia. She has blood spewing out of a wound on her head. The moment I hold her in my arms, I demand frantically for a doctor. My mother hurries out of the room to make arrangements for the same.
I quickly remove my neck tie and wrap it around her head to stop the bleeding. I always let my anger get the best of me. I could’ve just said something cruel instead. I shouldn’t have hit her.
“You’ll be fine, Cecilia,” I tell her while placing my hand on her cold cheek.
She’ll begin fearing me once again. Why did I do this? Why did I hurt her?
Shortly, the doctor arrives at the scene. He hurries to tend to her injury. While looking at it, he asks me directly, “Did someone push her?”
Before I’d answer, my mother intervened, “She tripped and fell.
