Chapter 25 Bleeding Wound

Megan carefully helped Yvonne up from the floor, her movements gentle yet firm, as if supporting a wilting flower. Yvonne's face showed a trace of pain, but her eyes revealed strength. Megan bent down to pick up the scattered documents. "Let's get your hand treated first." Megan's voice was warm and caring, her eyes falling on the cut on Yvonne's palm. The wound, like a silent mouth, told the story of the recent misfortune. Yvonne nodded, her movements somewhat slow. Together, they went to the nearby community hospital. The hallway smelled of disinfectant, and the white walls reflected cold light. Megan waited in line at the payment window, her back looking somewhat lonely. Yvonne sat on a chair in the corridor, her thoughts drifting to the damaged brooch, wondering how she could restore it to its original state. As Yvonne sat in the hospital corridor, her gaze fixed on the floor, her thoughts wandered. Suddenly, a shadow fell over her. She looked up and saw Marcus. His face