Chapter 339

Willow wasn't only hurt in her hand. Ian noticed the uneven patches of skin and scabs on her wrist—evidence of her failed attempt at slitting her wrist. How much despair had she experienced to drive her to take her own life? Ian's regrets deepened. He regretted not meeting her earlier in life and protecting her from the vicissitudes of life. Willow stared down at the stump where her pinky finger used to be. She replied nonchalantly, "It's all in the past." Then, she said, "Mr. Nightingale, thanks for tending to my wounds. My hands are certainly not in the best shape to do it myself." She and Ian were not close, not to mention there were grudges between them. She wasn't ready to share her inner thoughts with him. Since the injury on her left hand had been tended to, she thought it was time for Ian to leave. However, he grabbed her ankle this time. She couldn't find her socks in Zayn's bedroom that morning and went around barefooted. Willow felt uneasy when a grown man held her by