An ambulance was called, and Asher was rushed to the hospital. Most of the family members went with him, their faces pale with worry.
I barely paid attention to the hushed conversations or the judgmental glances thrown in Cole’s direction. Instead, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him along, leading him upstairs to my room.
Once inside, I shut the door behind us, blocking out the rest of the world. Cole stood there, silent, his fists still clenched, blood smeared across his knuckles.
I turned to Alfred, the butler, who had followed us up. "Can you bring me a first aid kit?"
"Of course, Miss Caldwell," Alfred replied with a nod before disappearing down the hall.
Cole exhaled sharply. "Astrid, I don’t need a—"
"You do."
He looked at me, and for a moment, neither of us said
