Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

But Nathaniel was the young master of a wealthy and prominent family.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

How did things come to this?

“Lower your voice,” Nathaniel hissed.

“Lock the windows and draw the curtains closed.

If you can’t take the shirt off, go soak a towel in hot water and press it against the area for some time.

”

“Yes, yes, of course.

”

Pierre scampered to the bathroom and fetched a hot towel, only to falter once he was back at Nathaniel’s side.

“Mr.

Roberts, this might hurt a little.

I apologize.

Please endure the pain.

”

Sure enough, the moment the hot towel landed on his back, Nathaniel felt a piercing pain shooting from his wound throughout his body.

He shuddered, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

He clutched the pillow so hard that it lost its shape.

Pierre was a skilled fighter, so he rarely got beaten up during his thug day.

Even so, he had helped a lot of his comrades patch themselves up.

He retrieved an anti-inflammatory pill from the medical kit and made Nathaniel swallow it.

Then, he fetched a basin of clean water and washed the rest of the blood stains from the young man’s back.

The old bandages were now dirty, and had to be removed.

“Mr.

Roberts, who did this to you? Who would dare lay a finger on you? Aside from Miss Lucinda…”

Pierre paused, his eyes widening.

He lowered his voice.

“Was it really her?”

Nathaniel ignored him.

He was already feeling dizzy as it was.

He burrowed into the quilt and said nothing.

Pierre mulled over the possibilities for a while before speaking up again.

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“But it couldn’t have been her.

If she was the one who beat you up, you wouldn’t have insisted on a quiet and secret treatment.

”

“Stop making assumptions and hurry up! I need to make dinner before she comes back.

”

Pierre felt sorry for Nathaniel.

The man was badly hurt, and Pierre could see how Nathaniel would wince every time he took a step.

But Pierre could do nothing to dissuade him.

With a sigh, he removed the bloodstained shirt and stashed it under the bed.

They couldn’t let Lucinda or her men see it, and he couldn’t think of a better hiding place in such a short time.

Using rubbing alcohol would only worsen the pain, so Pierre decided the much milder iodine.

He used cotton swabs and gently dabbed the substance at the wound.

It took a while, but he finally finished treating Nathaniel’s wounds.

At first, only his back had to be bandaged.

But now, the bandages traveled down to his waist.

And since Nathaniel insisted on getting out of bed, Pierre had no choice but to inject him with a dose of antibiotic.