Chapter 9

After coming out of the hospital, Colin Graham said, "Young Master Youngblood, do you want to go back to the mansion, or...?"

"Let's go back to the Western District," Julian Youngblood said faintly.

The Western District was where Yvonne Lane's rental room was. Colin Graham didn't know how long his own superior was planning to stay in that small rental room.

On the way to the Western District, at a traffic light intersection, Colin Graham suddenly noticed something. "Young Master Youngblood, Miss Yvonne Lane is on the side of the road."

Julian Youngblood turned his head slightly and saw a slender figure sweeping the garbage with a broom at the side of the road.

She was wearing a fluorescent work suit with a simple ponytail. Because of the cold weather, every breath she exhaled was accompanied by white vapor.

At this moment, an electric bike sped by, trying to catch the green light. It bumped into Yvonne Lane’s leg and made her fall to the ground.

However, the person riding the electric bike didn't stop but simply rode away.

This scene was witnessed by Julian Youngblood and Colin Graham.

"Young Master Youngblood, do you want to find out who the owner of this electric bike is and make him take responsibility?" Colin Graham asked. In his opinion, his boss should still be interested in Yvonne Lane. Considering his actions when Yvonne Lane had gotten drunk and been beaten up, naturally he would stand up for her again.

Julian Youngblood's gaze was fixed on the woman who had fallen to the ground outside the car window. Master Youngblood's voice rang out again in his mind: "Remember what you have said today. Do not act like him..."

He would never care about a woman like his father did. It was just a game, and right now he was not Julian, so why would he care about a sanitation worker named Yvonne Lane?

"There's no need to worry about it," he said placidly as he looked away.

Colin Graham was stunned. "Could it be that I guessed wrong and that Young Master Youngblood doesn't care about Yvonne Lane at all?!"

The red light ahead turned green, and the car continued to drive forward.

At this moment, Sister Xylia helped Yvonne Lane to her feet and said, "Yvonne, are you alright? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Yvonne Lane gritted her teeth and checked her injury. There was no bleeding. There was only some heavy swellings where her ankle had been scratched. "No need. I will go back and massage them with safflower oil."

"Then remember to massage them when you get back. Just rub the congested blood away," Sister Xylia said, and then she swore at the driver who had done the hit and run. He was too wicked.

In the evening, Yvonne Lane turned around and returned to the rented room. As soon as she entered the room, she saw a figure sitting under the light.

"Sister, you're back." The man stood up and greeted her.

In an instant, the chill in her body seemed to have been dispelled by this figure. It turned out that what she wanted was just a person who could wait for her at home, even though this home was simple and small.

"Well, I'm back." She smiled gently. "I'm hungry. I bought two lunch boxes today. I can cook a pot of soup and eat it."

"Okay," he answered, and then watched her limp across the room to put the lunch boxes on the only table. Then she limped towards the kitchen to wash vegetables and cook some soup with the induction cooker.

"Sister, what's wrong with your foot?" he asked, even though he already knew.

"It won't be a problem since it's just a scratch. I'll massage it with safflower oil," she said lightly, but her face would change slightly with every few steps she took, and her forehead was already sweaty.

Julian Youngblood pursed his thin lips slightly and said, "Then it would be better to clean it up now." As he said this, he stretched out his arm and pulled her over. Then, he pulled up the cuff of Yvonne Lane's pants.

Immediately, an obvious lump met his eyes, even though it was still covered by her sock.

When he pulled the sock down, he saw the bruise on her ankle which had already swollen to the point of going purple.

He thought that he wouldn't care. Even if she broke her leg, he would still be indifferent. However, for some reason, when he saw her swollen foot, he felt a little uncomfortable in his chest.

"It's nothing, the safflower oil will do." She was so embarrassed that she wanted to pull her ankle out of his hand, but his fingers were firmly holding onto her and making her unable to move at all.

There was a moment of silence that filled the air.

"Where's the safflower oil?" he suddenly asked.

"It's in... the medicine cabinet on the bedside table," she answered.

The next moment, she exclaimed because he had suddenly picked her up, bridal-style. Carrying her, he walked to the bed, put her down, and took out the oil from the medicine box.

He sat on the edge of the bed, putting her injured right foot on his leg. Then, he took off her shoes and socks and pressed his finger against the lump that had already turned purple.

There was nothing wrong with the bone. It seemed that it was as she said, only a flesh wound. Julian Youngblood poured some safflower oil into his palm and began to rub Yvonne Lane's swollen wound.

His touch was not light, but she gritted her teeth and did not cry out in pain.

"Sister, isn't it painful?" he asked. If it had been any other woman, she would have screamed in pain a long time ago.

"I'm fine," she said as she gasped slightly. "This doesn’t hurt as much as when I..." She paused but did not say the word "prison". Instead, she said, "It’s nothing compared to what I’ve had to deal with before."

Julian Youngblood glanced at Yvonne Lane with a thoughtful look in his eyes. He naturally understood what she had not said.

When she had been in jail, even when he had only watched coldly and not taken any action, the Hall family had not let her go. Moreover, there were many people there who had wanted to be on the Hall family's side. Her life in prison had been much worse than that of an ordinary person.

"It seems that my sister has suffered a lot before," he whispered.

"It's all in the past," Yvonne Lane said. She could feel the pressure on her ankle and when the pain gradually disappeared, it was replaced by a warm and comfortable feeling.

"Julian, thank you. You're a really good person." She smiled at him.

"Good person?" His lips curved. Even those who flattered him never used the words "good person" to describe him. Throughout his entire life, he had had nothing to do with being a "good person".

"Sister, do you really think I'm a good person?"

"Yes, of course, my Julian is a good person." She spoke matter-of-factly as if, at least in her eyes, he really was a good person, her good younger brother.

"Then, if one day you find out that I'm not a good person, will you be disappointed?" he asked.