NovelOnlineChapter 273 Katrina felt as though Carlisle had truly wanted to strangle her just moments ago.
Only now did she finally see the man who had slept beside her all these years for what he truly was. He was no longer just morally corrupt and unfaithful within their marriage. He was a madman.
For years, Carlisle had hidden this side of him well. If she hadn't brought up divorce and refused to compromise, she might never have known that he would turn out to be such a paranoid and terrifying person.
Staring at his familiar face, Katrina felt a cold shiver run down her spine, spreading from her heart to her limbs. If he truly had murderous intent, he could find a hundred ways to make her disappear from this world without a trace.
The fear in Katrina's eyes snapped Carlisle back to his senses. Seeing the horrific red marks on her neck, he instinctively reached out, but Katrina flinched, watching him warily.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCarlisle frowned and called out, "James, Katrina is injured. Bring the first aid kit." James had not gone far, and upon hearing the command, he immediately responded, "Yes, Mr. Zachman." "I was angry earlier. I didn't mean to hurt you," Carlisle explained.
Ignoring Katrina's resistance, he gently scooped her up from the floor and carried her upstairs.
Finally, Katrina realized she was at a disadvantage and had no choice but to submit.
After everything that had just happened, she dared not make any drastic moves, fearing it would anger Carlisle further. She could only allow him to carry her upstairs.
Carlisle laid her down beside the bed. Just as he was about to take a step back, James entered with the first aid kit.
James glanced at the mark on Katrina's neck, pausing for a moment before asking, "Mr. Zachman, I've brought the first aid kit. Both you and Mrs. Zachman are injured. Should I call a doctor?" Carlisle didn't respond immediately. He lowered his head to inspect the red mark on Katrina's neck. He had been too forceful earlier, and now her neck was bright red. With her pale skin, the bruising was even more striking.
A flicker of guilt passed through Carlisle's eyes. He had acted out of anger earlier, losing his rationality in the heat of the moment. Now that he had calmed down, he deeply regretted his actions.
"Get sice," he ordered.
"Yes, Mr. Zachman," James responded, immediately leaving the room.
"I shouldn't have done that. I hurt you," Carlisle said, looking at the bruise on her neck with remorse.
He reached out to touch her face, but Katrina quickly pulled away.
Katrina looked at Carlisle's feigned pity, and all that filled her heart was disgust and resistance.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSeeing this, Carlisle's displeasure flared up again. However, he suppressed it and withdrew his hand as he saw the discomfort oncher face.
He started rummaging through the first aid kit James had brought, searching for medicine.
James quickly returned with an ice pack and handed it to Katrina for a cold compress.
Carlisle placed the medicine on the bedside table, inadvertently revealing the burn on the back of his hand. James noticed and stepped forward. "Mr. Zachman, lettreat the burn on your hand."
Carlisle then remembered the hot soup Katrina had spilled orchim! earlier in the dining room.
"Keep an eye on her," Carlisle said. "I'll wash up and change. "I deal with this afterward."
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