Chapter 248
Winter stayed outside the ER. When the doors finally opened, the doctor pulled off his mask and told Sean, “We got the bleeding under control, but the tip of the knife damaged his liver. The anesthesia still hasn’t fully worn off, so he’s still unconscious. The next twenty–four hours are still critical.”
“Thank you,” Sean said.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Winter hurrying after William’s bed as it was wheeled toward his
room.
After the nurses locked the bed in place, they checked that all the monitors and equipment were working properly before leaving.
One of them reminded Winter, “If anything changes, call us right away.”
Winter thanked her and sat down beside William’s bed.
Ever since they were kids, William had hardly ever gotten sick. At most, he would take some medicine, sleep it off, and be fine.
But now he was lying in a hospital bed, still not out of danger.
Because he had saved her.
Winter did not leave his side for even a second. It was not until evening that William finally woke up. The moment he opened his eyes, she grabbed his hand, relief flashing across her face.
“William, you’re finally awake!“.
He had been dreaming. In the dream, he hadn’t reacted fast enough to block the knife for her, and Winter had bled
out in his arms.
When he first opened his eyes, they were still full of panic. Then he saw Winter sitting by the bed, while he was the one lying there, and the pain in his abdomen pulled him fully back to reality.
This time, he had been fast enough.
He turned his hand and gripped hers instead. Some of the tension finally drained out of him, and in a weak voice he said, “That scared the hell out of me.”
“Hey, don’t move,” Winter said quickly, pulling her hand free. His fingers were still connected to the monitor.
She had no idea about the dream. She only thought he meant he was afraid he wouldn’t make it.
“You’ll be fine,” she said, trying to sound light. “You’ve got ridiculous luck. Your good days are still ahead of you.”
Her eyes were still red, and her fingers were ice cold. William knew she had been terrified.
“You know,” he said weakly, “it honestly doesn’t even hurt that much.”
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That quick glimpse earlier that morning had been enough. She had remembered who the woman was.
Now that the killer had been caught, the police showed her the woman’s statement.
It really was her.
She was the same woman Winter had seen in the security footage before, the one who had helped Mrs. Young that day. Because she had been wearing a mask and a hat, Winter hadn’t recognized her at first. Mrs. Young probably hadn’t recognized her either.
Winter really had fired her.
She had always been lenient with the household staff. Unless it involved something serious, she wouldn’t fire anyone easily.
But that woman had stolen too many times. If Winter had let it slide, she wouldn’t have been able to maintain any authority in the house.
She still remembered the day she fired her. The woman had cursed her out viciously. Winter hadn’t wanted to make a bigger scene, so she told the bodyguards to throw her out of Blackwood Manor.
She had never imagined that decision would lead to a tragedy like this.
The woman had held onto that resentment all this time.
And in the end, Mrs. Young was the one who paid for it.

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