Ivana Bennett was brought by Lucas Walker back to his fourth-floor bedroom and placed in the center of the large round bed.
Looking at Ivana lying on the pillow with her eyes closed, Lucas’s brow furrowed in worry.
He had carefully calculated when he decided to fire just now.
He figured the distance between her and the motorboat and the potential blast could not harm her, only then did he shoot.
At this moment, there were no signs of injury on Ivana at all.
Even so, Lucas carefully examined her from head to toe twice, only fully relieved when he was sure there were no other injuries on her body other than her palm.
“Sir!” The old Butler gently knocked on the open door, “The doctor has arrived.”
Only after covering Ivana with a thin blanket did Lucas speak, “Let him come in.”
The white male doctor who was carrying a medical kit walked in hastily and began to routinely examine Ivana.
Watching the doctor open Ivana’s eyelids, inspecting her pupils, and gently touching her forehead, Lucas’s eyes flashed a strange color, but he didn’t say anything.
It wasn’t until the male doctor took out the stethoscope, aiming it at Ivana’s chest, that Lucas could no longer contain himself and pushed him away.
“I asked you to bandage her wounds!”
The male doctor almost fell to the ground, luckily the butler promptly steadied his arm.
“Yes, sir!”
Up until this point, the male doctor still did not understand what he had done wrong.
He just hurried to open his medical kit and took out things like cotton pads and bandages.
Watching the doctor reach out toward Ivana’s injured arm, Lucas once again extended his hand to stop him.
“Get out.”
The male doctor looked up confused, “Didn’t you want me to…”
Lucas did not speak, merely lifted his face and gave him a glance.
His eyepatch had fallen back in place, revealing a cold gaze, as chilling as the frozen sea, filled with murderous intent.
Under Lucas’s cold gaze, the male doctor began to break out in a cold sweat, his mouth dried up, unable to utter a single word.
“You may excuse yourself, I will call for you if needed,” the old butler timely intervened.
Only then did the male doctor react, stuttering a reply, turned around, and hurriedly walked towards the door.
In his flustered state and hasty exit, he didn’t notice the door frame and tripped, almost falling.
He let out a startled yelp and quickly grabbed onto the door frame.
Upon hearing his voice, Lucas looked at him again, his displeased expression evident.
“I…I’m sorry…”
The male doctor stuttered an apology and quickly stepped out of the room.
After tiptoeing a dozen steps away, he finally quickened his pace and hurried downstairs.
Back in the bedroom, Lucas was gently holding Ivana’s wound, separating her curled fingers.
The considerate butler immediately served the tray with the tweezers and cotton pads over.
Lucas grasped the tweezers, picked up a piece of cotton pad, and started cleaning the blood off Ivana’s wound.
This was the first time in his life that Lucas, who had always been taken care of since he was young, took care of someone else.
Naturally, he didn’t know how to control his strength.
Because fingers are very sensitive to pain and the wound was already hurting.
Add on the sting from the liquid on the cotton pad and Lucas’s rough handling, Ivana’s wound hurt more and her fingers instinctively curled up again.
Lucas frowned in annoyance, uncurling Ivana’s fingers again.
As a result, he used more force and Ivana was in more pain, so she instinctively curled up her fingers again.