Summer reached out, barely touching his shirt, not daring to press against his chest. “Does it hurt?” Summer asked.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Fraser replied, although his eyes were brimming with unshed tears.

“How can it not hurt? Your whole shoulder is bandaged, and I saw all those bloodstains and wounds on you.”

At that moment, Fraser felt a twinge in his heart. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her into his embrace, resting his head on top of hers. His voice was warm and deep, “The wound doesn’t hurt, but your crying does.”

Hearing this, Summer’s tears fell harder, stringing together like beads, eventually turning into intermittent sobs. She had just used him to get back at Helen. Why is he so good to me? I don’t deserve it. After a while, Summer calmed down slightly and stepped out of Fraser’s embrace, remembering what the doctor had said at the door.

“You need an IV. I’ll go get a doctor to help you,” she said before darting out to fetch someone.

Shortly after, Peter reappeared in the room. Summer sniffled. “I heard you say his wound could get infected. Doctor, whether it’s an IV, an injection, or surgery, please do everything necessary for him.”

Peter hesitated, glancing at Fraser for approval. Seeing Peter’s hesitant expression, Summer knew he would only listen to Fraser’s instructions. Anxiety and frustration welled up in her; her eyes, dewy as apricots, fixed on Fraser. “Are you going to do it?”

Fraser shrugged, “Can’t help it, my wife’s word is the law. I’ll listen to her.”

Peter was taken aback. To them, the haughty and arrogant Fraser showing this side was unexpected. Moments later, Fraser lay lazily on the bed, an IV needle inserted into the back of his hand, with a drip already hanging. His eyes deep, he gestured for Summer to come closer with a crook of his finger. “Come here.”

She had just seen the full extent of his injuries when Peter redressed the wound! The wound was festering, and despite the bandages, blood continued to seep through. Aside from the shocking knife wound, there were many abrasions. Summer was furious that Fraser treated his own body with such carelessness! She was angry enough not to want to talk to him.

Seeing her like this, Fraser felt a softness in his heart, reached out to pinch her cheek, and tried to curve her lips into a smile. “I’m behaving now. Smile for me.”

Summer wanted to pull away, but remembering his injuries, she didn’t move. She retorted, “I’m too upset to smile.”

Fraser’s gaze, deep as moonlight in the dark, tenderly met hers, his tone slightly coaxing, “Come on, don’t be mad. I was wrong.”

Summer glared at him. “Then tell me, what happened in Oblistan?”

Fraser played with a lock of her hair that fell across her chest, the soft strands flowing through his fingers. He stared intently at Summer, her eyes red and brimming with tears, beautiful even in her anger, more vibrant and lovely. “Smile first, then I’ll tell you.”

Summer curved her lips in a perfunctory smile. Fraser’s eyes deepened, his lips curving up, his voice seductive, “You’re so beautiful.”

At his words, Summer’s cheeks involuntarily flushed a soft pink. “Don’t change the subject. Tell me now.”

Fraser was silent for a moment. He rarely shared his personal matters with anyone, believing that exposing his vulnerabilities was akin to handing over his weaknesses to others—a sign of defeat. But now, seeing the expectant look in Summer’s eyes, Fraser felt an urge to confide.

“The Graham family has another legitimate descendant, Brandon, my uncle. He is my grandfather’s illegitimate child but has grand ambitions to head the Graham family. Envious of my father, he sabotaged my dad’s private plane, leading to its crash.”

At this, Summer’s fingers tightened.

But she hadn’t expected Fraser’s father to have died like that.

Fraser continued, “Unfortunately, no evidence was found. Grandfather, cherishing that Brandon was his last kin, merely exiled him, barring him from ever returning to Havenbrook. But since grandfather fell ill, he tried to make a comeback several times. After grandfather passed, he became even more aggressive. If something happened to me, the Graham Group would…