The Divorcee Amazed the World

Alick smiled and said, “My main profession is a doctor, and Antique Attic is my grandfather’s store.”

Willis ignored him and walked to Helena’s side, taking a seat.

Alick placed the flowers on the bedside table and examined Helena’s hand, asking gently, “Is your finger still hurting?”

Helena nodded.

“Don’t worry too much. I heard that Dr. Bai performed the surgery on you. His medical skills are superb, and you are young. Your fingers will surely heal well,” Alick reassured.

“Thank you,” Helena whispered.

Alick focused on her black and purple nails and remarked, “There’s blood stasis in your fingers. We need to release some blood; it will alleviate the pain a bit.”

He called a nurse to bring a syringe.

Willis raised an eyebrow, looking at him, “Can you do this?”

Alick flashed his work ID, “Attending physician, been on the operating table, drawing blood isn’t difficult.”

Soon, the nurse brought the syringe and disinfectant cotton.

Alick disinfected the needle and inserted it along the edge of Helena’s nail, squeezing out a significant amount of stagnant blood.

After the bloodletting, Helena felt a slight relief in the pain of her fingers.

Alick cleaned up, gently patting her arm, “It’s late; get some rest. I’ll come to see you again tomorrow.”

Willis stood up and calmly said, “I’ll escort you.”

The two left the room one after the other.

Willis closed the door, and Alick gave him a cool glance, indifferently saying, “Helena doesn’t like your type. Please refrain from pursuing her in the future.”

Alick’s expression changed slightly, and he smiled, “Which type does Helena like then?”

Willis couldn’t imagine what type Jay was, so he said, “She likes my type.”

Alick’s smile deepened, “Unfortunately, you’re her cousin.”

Willis’s gaze turned icy, and he said coldly, “I am her…”

“Ring, ring,” Alick’s phone rang.

He took the phone out of his white coat and waved it at Willis, saying, “Cousin, I’ll take this call.”

Answering the call, he walked away.

Willis held back his anger, his face darkening. He returned to the ward and saw Helena in such discomfort, calming him down again.

Checking his watch, it was getting late.

Willis instructed the maid to bring three basins of hot water.

He used a towel to wipe Helena’s face, then lifted a corner of the blanket, picked up her feet, and prepared to wipe them.

Helena pulled her feet back, not letting him.

Willis spoke gently, “For those two years when I couldn’t stand, you took care of me for a full two years. Now, it’s my turn to take care of you.”

Helena remained still, her eyes slightly red.

After wiping her feet, Willis intended to remove her pants.

Helena suddenly realized what he was about to do and tightly closed her legs, preventing him from undressing her.

Willis smiled faintly, “We are husband and wife. You are so fond of cleanliness; it must be uncomfortable without washing. Let me help you.”

Helena looked at him with a slightly resentful expression.

“Divorce,” the two words, with Susan stirring things up in the middle, even without officially obtaining a divorce certificate, their relationship had changed somewhat. Making him wipe such an intimate area felt awkward.

Seeing her reluctance, Willis remained silent for a moment and said, “Shall I ask maid to do it for you?”

After a few seconds of silence, Helena slowly relaxed her tightly closed legs.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Compared to maid, Willis was obviously more intimate.

Lao had a good sense of understanding and quickly retreated.

Willis was very serious in his actions.

Helena blushed like a burning charcoal.

After wiping, Willis also wiped her legs and upper body.

Maid came over to remove the basin.

As it approached midnight, Helena finally fell asleep.

Willis lay beside her, afraid to sleep. He worried that if she moved her hands in her sleep, it might cause the finger bones to misalign. So, he continued to support her.

After an unknown amount of time, Helena had another nightmare, shivering and curling up.

Willis held her in his arms, gently patting her, as if soothing a child.

Feeling a sense of security, Helena subconsciously arched towards him, muttering in her sleep, “Ah…”

Willis raised his hand to cover her mouth, blocking the last two words. After a while, when he saw her calm down, he removed his hand from her mouth and whispered, “You heartless little thing.”

In her dream, Helena turned over gently.

She was unaware of his words, nor did she realize how many times she had called out “Jay” in her nightmares.