Chapter 1943
Chapter 1943: If You’re Alive, I’ll Forgive You (8)
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After a pause, Dallion Collins coughed lightly and added, "With Flossie Wright."
"...Oh." Ann Cavanaugh responded stiffly.
Back at the Military District hospital, Ann already knew about Flossie Wright’s relationship with Glenn Hutchinson—it was rumored to be quite lively at Aaron Base.
After the news reached the Military District hospital, Ann never went to Aaron Base again.
Later, she heard that Flossie Wright suddenly left, supposedly on leave, but nobody knew exactly why.
"She," after hesitating for a while, Ann cautiously asked, "isn’t she on leave?"
"Yes," Dallion nodded and quickly added, "but she came by today, don’t worry, both of them are fine, just some minor injuries."
Only then did Ann remember about the medicine and said, "I’ll go get you the medicine."
Dallion Collins responded.
It was only after watching Ann hurry to get the medicine that Dallion breathed a sigh of relief.
Everyone knew why someone like Ann volunteered to come to the Peacekeeping Forces.
The bottom line was it was all because of their Captain.
Usually it’s fine, but now that Flossie Wright is back, Ann has to realize that Glenn Hutchinson is already taken.
Otherwise, given Flossie Wright’s temper, there will definitely be some fuss.
On the other side—
Flossie Wright was jolted awake when Glenn Hutchinson carried her to the bed.
Her head spun with dizziness.
The wounds all over her body reminded her of their presence through sharp pain as she regained consciousness.
She couldn’t muster any strength.
Upon opening her eyes, she saw Glenn Hutchinson’s handsome face, with indelible fatigue between his brows, yet his eyes remained fixed on her.
Glenn Hutchinson sat by the bedside.
"You’ve lost too much blood." Facing Flossie Wright’s gaze, Glenn Hutchinson explained.
Flossie Wright responded without saying anything else.
Glenn Hutchinson’s eyes revealed a trace of sympathy.
In the end, she was the one who charged recklessly the hardest.
Despite having transport, she attracted the most fire—she wasn’t any less stressed than him.
"Coming back like this, will there be consequences?" Squinting slightly, Flossie Wright asked.
"Probably." Glenn Hutchinson was indifferent.
"This kind of killing, it’s against the rules, isn’t it?" Flossie Wright continued to ask.
After thinking for a while, Glenn Hutchinson nodded, "It is."
"They plan to blow it up, the recording will be sent over at noon."
While speaking, Flossie Wright turned over on the bed, but the wound on her arm sent a sharp pain, making her knit her brows.
"Don’t move, just sleep for a while, I’ll clean your wounds later."
"Hiss," Flossie Wright’s face paled, "Give me a painkiller first."
Covered in injuries, it was too painful to even rest.
Glenn Hutchinson furrowed his brows.
Yet, Flossie Wright glanced sideways at him, and threatened, "Take care of your own injuries before touching me."
Her own injuries were severe, so she didn’t believe Glenn Hutchinson came out unscathed.
That would be too miraculous.
Glenn Hutchinson looked at her helplessly, eventually rummaging for some painkillers from the cabinet for Flossie Wright to take first, then went to fetch a basin of water.
After a while, Dallion came knocking with two large bags of medicine.
Glenn Hutchinson spoke coldly.
Then, Dallion Collins entered.
— End of Chapter 1943 —