Chapter 644

Ella was still racking her brains, trying to figure out what reward Lorenzo wanted, her stomach growling again. Because Lorenzo hadn’t gone out, Ella was so hungry that she went downstairs in the middle of the night to find something to eat. But it was already midnight, and Lorenzo was still in the living room. He seemed to have just finished talking to Cecil about something, and they were about to go upstairs.

Ella had already descended two steps when she spotted him. She quickly turned to dash back to her room but slipped in her haste. Her scream echoed through the villa. Ella lost her balance and fell backward. She reached out to grab something, but this time luck wasn’t on her side. She tumbled down the stairs. At the same time, gasps rang out from the living room, and someone shouted, “Mr. Moretti!”

With a loud noise, Ella’s body finally landed. However, the anticipated pain didn’t come because she had fallen onto Lorenzo. Lorenzo moaned under her. Both Cecil and Bernard stared at the scene, holding their breath. Bernard was the first to react. “Oh my! Ella, you…”

The room fell into silence for a while. Bernard said, “Why do you have such a vendetta against Mr. Moretti? If you want him dead, just say it. Why sugarcoat it?” Bernard angrily scolded Ella while trying to pull her up. Ella’s mind went blank. She was completely disoriented as Bernard pulled her up, her mind in a daze.

Cecil rushed to help Lorenzo. “Mr. Moretti, are you alright?” Fine beads of sweat had formed on Lorenzo’s forehead. “Get a doctor.” Hearing this, Bernard scolded Ella even more fiercely, “Tell me, who sent you to harm Mr. Moretti?”

“It wasn’t me!” Ella felt like a sitting duck, unable to explain herself. She wished she could just disappear. She thought, ‘My mouth, my hands, my legs… Why did they always betray me around Lorenzo?’ Every time she encountered Lorenzo, it seemed to end in disaster. She was utterly bewildered.

Bernard retorted, “Don’t lie! You’re in big trouble now!” Ella fell silent. “You didn’t quite manage to poison Mr. Moretti last time, and today you’re trying to crush him to death. What next, are you going to make him die in your bed?”

Ella was speechless. She thought, ‘What kind of death is that supposed to be?’ Cecil rubbed his forehead in exasperation. He thought, ‘What on earth is Bernard talking about?’ He was starting to regret not forcing Lorenzo to send Bernard away with Macro. Maybe it would be safer if he left. With his words to Ella, he’s going to get himself killed one day.

Unable to argue with Bernard, Ella burst into tears. Seeing her cry only angered Bernard further. “Crying? Trying to play the victim now, are you? You’re full of tricks!” Ella felt even more wronged and cried even harder. The doctor was quickly summoned. When Ella fell on Lorenzo, she reopened some of his healing wounds. The doctor and nurses were all in the room, as were Cecil and Bernard, watching.

Ella hid by the door, occasionally poking her head in to observe the situation. She called Stephanie, but Stephanie didn’t answer. An hour later, the doctor said to Cecil, “The wound has suffered severe secondary trauma. You need to take good care of it from now on.” Cecil nodded. “Okay.”

Bernard, overhearing the conversation, turned to the door and saw Ella standing there. He glared at her. Ella sniffled, her eyes welling up. She looked absolutely pitiful. The doctor gave a few more instructions and left. Bernard wanted to continue lecturing Ella, but Cecil shooed him away.

Only Cecil and Ella were left in the living room. Ella spoke first, “I really didn’t mean to. I…” Remembering what Bernard had said, Ella felt a wave of helplessness wash over her. She had been under suspicion by Lorenzo’s people lately, and then this had happened.

“How is his wound?” Ella asked, changing the subject. Any explanation seemed futile now; even if she did explain, Lorenzo’s people wouldn’t believe her. “It’s completely open again,” Cecil replied. “That… That serious?” Ella exclaimed.

Cecil rested his forehead in his hand. “You were basically using all your weight on Lorenzo. After all, you weigh over a hundred pounds.” Ella stammered, “W–wait… I weigh 108 pounds.” Cecil sighed. He thought, ‘Does she get the point? This isn’t about her weight.’

After her retort, Ella suddenly felt silly. She thought, ‘What was I doing? Why was I arguing about this? The important thing was whether Lorenzo would be okay. What if I had made him worse?’ Cecil asked, “Want me to weigh you now?”

“Well,” Ella shook her head quickly. “No, no need. He should be alright, right?” Ella’s voice was small and filled with worry as she asked the last question. She was really scared that she had hurt Lorenzo. After all, he was already injured. Besides, she felt like she owed Lorenzo even more.

Cecil said, “It’s still quite serious. The doctor specifically said he needed to rest.” Ella nodded. “Right.” Cecil said, “So, I’ll leave Lorenzo for you.” “No, I can’t…” Absolutely not. Leaving Lorenzo for her was out of the question.

Everything Stephanie had told her before kept flashing through Ella’s mind. She knew she always messed things up in front of Lorenzo, so no matter what, she couldn’t take this job. If she took it, no one knew what kind of trouble she would get into next. After all, Ella knew what she was like. Her hands, feet, and mouth seemed to have a mind of their own whenever Lorenzo was around.

Cecil said, “But Lorenzo got hurt like this. Don’t you need to compensate him?” Ella fell silent. Cecil continued, “This is your responsibility.” Ella fell silent again. “Compensate,” and “responsibility”—these two words felt like a mountain suddenly pressing down on Ella’s chest. She looked at Cecil, her lips twitching. She wanted to refuse, but…

However, Cecil was a master of words. Faced with Ella’s refusal, he completely shut her down with the words “compensate” and “responsibility.” “After all, if Lorenzo’s wound hadn’t split open, it should have healed by now,” he said. Ella was speechless. According to Cecil’s logic, it seemed that it was her responsibility, and indeed it was.

Finally, Cecil left. Ella stood cautiously at the door of Lorenzo’s room. The door was unlocked, and he was sitting on the bed, making a phone call. Ella didn’t know what was said on the other end of the line, but she heard Lorenzo’s icy voice, filled with murderous intent, spit out four words. “Take care of it.” These three words were extremely dangerous.

Ella didn’t need to ask to understand what he meant by “take care of it.” If it was a person, then that person probably wouldn’t live to see tomorrow’s sun. From a world of stability, life had suddenly become so fragile. Ella’s heart was filled with mixed emotions. At that moment, she also realized that in her future life, such scenes would probably happen frequently.

As her thoughts raced, Lorenzo had already hung up the phone. He saw Ella standing timidly by the door like a little mouse, her hands tightly gripping the door frame. “Come in,” Lorenzo said, his tone devoid of warmth. Ella snapped back to reality and looked at Lorenzo. He was shirtless, a bandage wrapped around his muscular chest.

Chapter 645