Rouge Jarvis’s heart sank suddenly, and she cautiously lifted his hand, asking, "Nathan, are these marks from a needle?"

Miles Xavier didn’t get closer, he just glanced, nodded affirmatively: "Yes."

Upon hearing this, Rouge Jarvis’s heart sank sharply.

Is his body unwell?

Involuntarily, she looked at him.

Only then did she realize that compared to the last time he returned to the old house, he had become leaner, his cheeks pale, displaying traces of sickness.

With his eyes closed, his long and dense eyelashes cast shadows neither deep nor shallow, making his outline seem colder like Zephyr.

The paleness of his skin, even under the warm sun streaming through the blinds, couldn’t soften him.

It’s only been half a month, what happened...

Miles Xavier was also staring at his face, somewhat lost.

Rouge Jarvis raised her eyes and saw his worried expression, frowning and asking: "Nathan, do you know?" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

He didn’t deny it: "Yes."

Maxim Ford looked at him and asked, "Nathan, what’s going on with Aiden?"

Miles Xavier withdrew his hand, tucked the blanket around him, looked at the three brothers, and said blandly: "The injury on his back, I’ll help him deal with it later, he needs to rest now, come with me, and I’ll show you the wound first and explain the cause."

"Okay."

Isaac Ford helped his two severely injured brothers walk out.

Rouge Jarvis looked at her son’s sickly and fragile appearance, couldn’t help but reach out, smoothing his slightly furrowed brow.

Then she stood up, went outside, and closed the door for him.

After coming out, Miles Xavier placed the medical kit on the coffee table, gesturing for the three Ford brothers to sit down.

Maxim Ford said: "Check Julian first, he was punished heavily."

"Okay."

Afterwards, Miles Xavier took out cotton swabs, gauze, iodine, and medicine, looking at him: "Take off the bloody clothes."

Julian Ford stripped off his clothes, revealing a back full of bruises, red and swollen, with some repeatedly struck areas having broken skin and seeping blood, looking quite shocking.

Rouge Jarvis hadn’t walked over yet when Miles Xavier said: "Forbearance, it’s better if you don’t come over to look, to avoid your heart not being able to bear it."

She knew, the second son must be seriously injured.

Though her heart ached, she didn’t feel the punishment was wrong.

She moved her lips, speaking softly: "Take care."

Since childhood, Julian had been especially fearful of pain, enduring for so long this time, it wasn’t easy.

Julian Ford, no longer caring about his body’s wounds, endured the pain and asked: "Nathan, what’s wrong with my brother exactly?"

Miles Xavier carefully handled his wounds, his voice indifferent, unreadable: "It has to do with the Tiana you’ve just reunited with."

Maxim Ford: "How so?"

Isaac Ford also looked at him, simultaneously extending a long arm to support his mother’s shoulder.

"You all know, there was another male artist involved in the accident with Tiana, Julian Eames."

Several people nodded.

"He protected Tiana, so he was seriously injured, and when his life was on the line during emergency rescue, he urgently needed blood of the same type, the hospital didn’t have it in stock, needed to be transferred from another hospital, to ensure Lennon’s life, Old Shaw entered the operating room to transfuse blood."

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned.

None of them knew about this.

He paused, then said: "By the time the blood type was transferred over, it was already too late, because of excessive blood donation, though he seems strong, he’s actually very weak, can’t withstand such a toll."

Julian Ford’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down: "Why didn’t they stop?"