Chapter 298: The Final Decision
The next moment, Xavier climbed into the nearby Rolls-Royce. He saw Fraser lying there, his face pale as paper, not a trace of color on his lips. A surge of fury erupted from Xavier’s chest. He felt like he was going to explode.
Still, he quickly opened the medical kit, pulling out a scalpel, bandages, and various antiseptics. His movements were fast and precise, all traces of his usual playful self gone. His expression was stern and focused. Without hesitation, Xavier took the scalpel and cut open Fraser’s black shirt. A heavy stench of blood filled the air.
The knife wound on Fraser’s shoulder was deep and jagged. Blood continued to drip from the reopened gash. Xavier’s brows locked together, but his hands moved steadily, rewrapping the wound. Fraser never made a sound—not even a groan.
“You need to be hospitalized,” Xavier said. “Did you hear me? The wound nearly goes all the way through your shoulder. It’s already on the verge of infection! The stitches tore open—you need to get them redone immediately!”
Fraser kept his eyes closed, his voice flat. “Say another word, and get out.”
“Fraser!” Xavier rarely called him by name. But this time, he was furious. “Are you trying to die?”
“I saw the press conference too. Once you’re stable, talk to Summer and explain everything.”
Fraser’s eyes finally opened. A tear slipped into the corner of his mouth, his gaze bleak and lifeless. “She’s hurting. I don’t want to leave her alone anymore.”
Xavier let out a long sigh.
Chapter 298: The Final Decision
The president of Graham Group—powerful, proud, untouchable—could have wanted any woman he desired. But he had fallen, completely and utterly, for just one.
In the car, all Xavier could do was give him a basic patch-up. The injury was too serious to treat fully here. Once he finished, Xavier packed up the medical kit and got out. He turned to Mike.
“If anything happens with Mr. Graham’s shoulder again, drag him to the hospital if you have to.”
Mike glanced at the man inside, still and silent. “I… I don’t dare.”
Xavier frowned and snapped, “What, are you gonna wait until his arm’s useless before you grow a spine?”
Summer parked the car, got out, and told the security guard at the gate something before heading into the house. Julia, sitting on the sofa, immediately stood when she heard footsteps. Seeing Summer, her eyes welled up.
“You’re home.”
“Leona, get dinner ready,” she called out.
“Yes, ma’am,” Leona responded, bringing out dish after dish from the kitchen. Julia looked Summer over from head to toe. Her complexion was clearly off.
Earlier that afternoon, Julia had come home and turned on the TV—she’d watched the entire press conference. She’d been furious and heartbroken. If she hadn’t been in danger… that conference would’ve cleared everything up. Now, not only was everything still a mess, but rumors were swirling about Summer and Lucas.
But once she’d calmed down, Julia had thought it through. With the Graham family being so complicated and Fraser…
Chapter 298: The Final Decision
Still, she knew—for now, doing nothing was the best thing she could do for her daughter. Julia let out a sigh.
“Summer. I’m so sorry. This is all because of me.”
Summer reeled her thoughts back in, not wanting Julia to blame herself.
“Mom, it’s not your fault. Even if it wasn’t you, they’d have found another way to target me.”
Julia’s face darkened with frustration. “That old witch from the Graham family… I swear, if I had the chance, I’d kick her into a coffin myself! But we can’t do anything. To her, our family’s nothing but ants. She could crush us without lifting a finger.”
Summer looked at her mother, then calmly laid out the plan she’d made on the way home.
“Mom, didn’t you say you finalized the house in Oblistan last week? Go ahead and move in over the next couple of days. Once I’ve wrapped things up here, I’ll come join you.”
Julia’s eyes widened in surprise. Up until now, Summer had seemed hesitant. She thought her daughter had changed her mind about leaving Havenbrook.
“You’ve decided to leave? You’re sure?”
Summer gave a small nod, her expression steady. Julia looked like she wanted to say something more, but just then, a maid entered and quietly reported:
“Ma’am, there’s a Rolls-Royce parked at the front gate. It’s been waiting there for about an hour.”