Chapter 6: Seeds Of Doubt
Dr. Nathaniel Bart looked at Steve standing in the corner of Leander’s bedroom with his hands folded. Katerina was nervously fiddling with a black shirt. It should be Leander’s shirt. Both of them looked confused and worried.
His attention turned towards Leander who was silent except when he ordered him to treat a drowned woman first before treating him. And that woman is currently sleeping naked on his bed.
HIS BED!!!
This guy never allows anyone in his room. This is the first time he is inside his bedroom in the twenty-odd years he has known him. And yet, that woman was permitted there with no qualms.
Did spring finally arrive in his life? At 33?
With a sigh, he attended Leander. His black shirt was still wet. The wound on his shoulder was deep and his shirt was sticking to it. A torn piece of his shirt was inside the wound. He carefully removed the shirt and the torn piece.
It should have hurt a lot but Leander did not even flinch.
But that’s Leander.
Leander’s eyes were focused on the woman on his bed.
That... never was Leander.
All his care was for his grandfather and by extension his family. He never cared for someone else.
"That looks... terrible!" Nathaniel clicked his tongue. "You, better than anyone, know not to pull out a stuck knife! And you did a messy job with..."