"Young Master, let me help you change your dressing!"

Apart from the internal medication, there were also external medicines on the tray. He must be injured, she thought, her heart growing even more worried.

"No need." The man’s voice carried a hint of impatience.

Even though he said so, Summer Shawcross couldn’t let go of her concern. Therefore, she dared the risk of being thrown out by him and reached to find the light switch on the wall.

With a soft click, the light turned on, and the room suddenly brightened.

Summer immediately turned her head and saw the figure of the man leaning on the sofa, her eyes inexplicably warm.

Thankfully... he’s alright!

...

Seeing the servant suddenly turn on the light, the man’s face dimmed.

A light sound of footsteps approached, causing Noah Drexler to furrow his brows, his face full of displeasure.

The footsteps stopped by the sofa, and the servant carrying the medicine came beside it.

"Get out!" Noah’s voice now carried a note of anger.

As the words fell, he lifted his head, looking irritably at the servant before him.

Upon seeing the extremely dark and ugly face, his gaze suddenly paused, and his handsome face took on a complex expression.

The sudden eye contact made Summer Shawcross’s body tense up.

Though the man’s gaze only lasted a few seconds, it was enough to make her feel breathless, a strange guilt rising within her.

Could it be... that he recognized her?

Her heart suddenly panicked, and she quickly lowered her head, softly apologizing.

"I’m sorry, Young Master, I’ll leave right away." Saying so, she placed the tray of medicine down and turned to leave.

But she had barely taken two steps when the man’s cold voice suddenly resounded.

"Come back!"

Hearing his voice, she halted, her expression full of guilt.

For two seconds, she froze, filled with confusion.

The face she wore and the deliberate tone, he shouldn’t be able to recognize her!

Especially in such a short time...

As she hesitated there, deciding whether to turn around, the man’s cold voice sounded again behind her.

"Change the dressing."

Listening to his voice, Summer finally breathed a slight sigh of relief, slowly turning around and walking toward the sofa.

"Yes, Young Master," she responded softly, then stopped by the sofa, daring to look at the man before her.

The man glanced at her, then expressionlessly raised his hand to unbutton two buttons on his shirt before slipping it off, revealing a firm chest and arms.

On his arm, a piece of gauze was stuck, with blood seeping through it, staining a small area red.

Summer hesitated for a moment, her gaze moving from his arm to his left shoulder and chest...

Only then did she notice in surprise that besides the severe wound, there were also many small scars on his body.

The scars remained slightly red, looking like new injuries.

These were similar to the injuries she had before; when she woke up from a month-long coma, the scabs had fallen off, forming these slightly red scars.

Thinking this, her heart tightened. Were all these injuries caused by that explosion?