Chapter 23 She Took a Bullet for Him

I stood in place, watching Idris hurriedly carry Moore into the bedroom. I stared blankly at the blood-stained fruit knife in my hand. For a moment, I really wanted to stab the knife into his heart. He had not even bothered to dodge. If it had not been for Moore blocking it, the knife would have pierced him. Ultimately, I had gotten carried away by emotion, acting impulsively. The family doctor, who resided in the old manor, was quickly brought over by Charles. After taking the doctor into the bedroom, Charles looked at me, hesitating to speak. I knew what he wanted to say but chose not to acknowledge it, simply stating, “She won’t die.” I was impulsive, but I did not intend to kill Idris. At most, it would be a superficial wound, with a few drops of blood. As expected, the doctor came out shortly and stated that the wound was not serious. She just needed to keep the wound dry and replace the dressing regularly for a few days. He hesitated before adding, “But this wound overlappe