Chapter 23: A Brother’s Guilt, A Stranger’s Kindness
Micah stood in the narrow, dim alley, his breath shallow and uneven. His body ached, and his arm throbbed, but his mind was filled with red alarm.
The desire to escape was boiling in his veins, urging him to walk away this second from the protagonist. But his feet remained rooted to the ground. The protagonist lived in this awful environment, filled with hardship and burdened by the responsibility of caring for his family. How could he turn his back on them now and go back to his luxury home without a care in the world?
"Can you walk? If you don’t want to go the hospital, then where are you staying?"
Darcy spoke, His eyes scanning Micah’s pale face.
"Do you need help getting there?"
Micah turned his head to the young man, parting his lips to respond, but words caught in his throat. Where could he say he lived? Certainly not the Ramsy estate. Not when it belonged to this young man by birthright.
Sensing his hesitation, Darcy changed his question. He thought the young man had encountered something unpleasant at his home. He could see his resistance to informing his family about his injury.
"Do you want to come to our house instead? We can at least disinfect and bandage your wound for now."
"Yeah. You are my saviour, if you weren’t there, I don’t know what would have happened to me. We should treat your wound."
Nora chimed in.
"Nora is right. We are indebted to you. I don’t know how to thank you for saving my little sister. Let’s go. Our home is just around the corner."