I’m jealous because I love you, what about you? Nathan, do you really love me?!"

The servant heard the commotion upstairs and hurried up, rushing into the Study Room.

"Sir, Miss, what’s going on?!"

Sally Dalton took a deep breath, turned around, and dashed towards the door.

"Miss!"

The servant quickly followed, and by this time, Nathan Leafcastle also came to his senses, striding over the shattered pieces on the ground and rushing to the staircase entrance.

At this moment, Sally Dalton had already reached the foyer.

Watching her silhouette, Nathan Leafcastle was burning with anxiety.

On the right side of his foot, a shard of a cup had pierced through his slipper, cutting into the side of his foot, causing blood to spill out. Stepping on the wooden floor left a curved trace of blood, which he hadn’t noticed at all.

Rushing down, Nathan Leafcastle darted over and grabbed Sally Dalton, who was about to pull open the door.

"Sally, I’m sorry... please listen to my explanation."

"Let go!"

Sally Dalton struggled forcefully.

At that moment, the servant cried out in alarm.

"Sir, your foot... it’s bleeding!"

Upon hearing this, Sally Dalton immediately stopped struggling and looked at Nathan Leafcastle’s foot. Indeed, his right foot was covered in blood, flowing down with his slipper.

She was startled, hastily supporting his arm.

"Quick... sit on the sofa!"

The servant also hurried over, supporting Nathan Leafcastle’s other arm and helping him to sit on the sofa.

Sally Dalton lifted his right foot, seeing a shard of wine glass embedded under the slipper, she carefully removed his slipper.

The shard had pierced through the slipper and cut the side of his foot, fortunately, it was on the side, only a cut.

No longer caring about being angry, she quickly grabbed a tissue to press against his wound, instructing the servant to help apply pressure, then hurriedly stood up.

"I’ll go get the car, we’ll go to the hospital immediately!"

Nathan Leafcastle grabbed her arm, and Sally Dalton, unprepared, fell directly onto the sofa.

Holding her arms, he furrowed his brows, "Sally, I’m sorry, just now I..."

"Don’t speak, let’s get to the hospital first." she urged.

"Can you forgive me?"

"You’re still bleeding!"

"Please forgive me, okay? I promise, it won’t happen again, I beg you."

His deep eyes locked on hers, full of earnestness.

Her heart raced with anxiety, and she nodded immediately.

"Okay, I forgive you, let’s hurry to the hosp..."

Before she could finish, she was pulled into his embrace.

"Thank you, Sally, don’t leave me, I’ve already lost my mother, I can’t lose you too."

"Nathan!" Sally Dalton’s voice choked up, "Do you really love me?"

"I don’t know, all I know is, I don’t want to lose you. Don’t leave me, okay? Promise me you won’t leave!"

Her face pressed against his shoulder, Sally Dalton nodded tearfully.

"Okay!"

Hearing her agreement, the heavy weight lifted from Nathan Leafcastle’s heart, immediately clutching the girl in his arms tightly. Feeling his movement, Sally Dalton patted his back with her palm.

"Then shall we go to the hospital now, to treat the wound?"

"It’s just a minor injury, it’s okay."

"Then let me bandage it for you!"

Sally Dalton gently withdrew from his embrace and immediately stood up, by this time, the servant had already fetched the first-aid kit, and she was busy kneeling on the ground, placing Nathan Leafcastle’s injured foot on her lap, carefully cleaning, disinfecting, and bandaging it.

The girl’s actions were careful and gentle, each time Nathan Leafcastle winced in pain and retracted his leg, she would frown as well, showing a look of distress.