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Elliot chuckled lightly and replied with a straight face, “I’m perfectly fine.”

Sheena did not buy it at all.

After spending so much time together, she knew him too well. A couple of strange incidents might be overlooked, but three consecutive days of the same behavior.

were far from normal.

She extended her hand and said, “Give me the bowl. I want to eat by myself.”

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Seeing her insistence, Elliot handed her the bowl, gently advising, “Be careful not to burn yourself.”

Sheena nodded.

As she took the bowl, she immediately placed it on the bedside table and grabbed Elliot’s hand, pulling up his sleeve to examine the wrist that triggered an obvious

reaction just a moment ago.

“Nana!”

Elliot withdrew his hand a bit too late, and Sheena had already seen the injured and

swollen skin on his wrist.

She stared at him in disbelief, anger brewing in her chest.

“How did you get hurt like this? Even when you make mistakes, I’ve never had the

heart to beat you this badly. Who did this to you?”

Elliot lowered his gaze, his eyes avoiding hers as he pulled his sleeve down guiltily.

“No one did. It happened while I was cooking. I was accidentally burned by the edge

of the pot, and I didn’t rinse it with cold water in time afterward. I didn’t expect it to

be badly inflamed, but I’ve already applied medicine, so there’s no need to worry.”

How could she not worry?

Sheena’s eyes reddened, carefully recalling the scene she had just witnessed.

A burn from a pot edge could not possibly be so extensive, and the wound was too

uniform as if it had been caused by something hitting him.

“I don’t believe you. Stick your hand out and let me take a closer look.

He hesitated, refusing. “It’s really nothing to fuss about.”

Sheena’s tone grew stern. “Hurry up and show me your hand! Why would you hide your injury?”

Elliot kept his head down, still refusing to move or explain.

Sheena was as sharp as ever. She could see through his every little movement.

“Eli, you know me well. If I don’t get to the bottom of this, I won’t give up. You may not show me now, but you have to be absolutely sure you can keep it hidden, or I’ll

find out sooner or later.”

She softened her tone, reaching for the back of his hand.

“I care about you. Let me see.”

Elliot withdrew his hand, avoiding her touch.

Seeing his resistance, Sheena seized the opportunity while he was distracted and decisively rushed forward, forcibly rolling up his sleeve.

A portion of his muscular arm was revealed, marred with numerous scars.

Sheena was stunned to see more than one injury on his arm.

Moreover, each swollen scar had smooth edges, definitely not caused by burns.

“How did you get hurt so badly? Who did this to you? Tell me!”

Unable to hide it any longer, Elliot sighed in resignation. “Nana, calm down.”

“How can I calm down when you suddenly get injured like this? Who did this?”

Elliot remained silent.

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Her husband, who showed affection and love to her every day, was the head of the powerful Jenkins family and the chief of the National Investigation Bureau.

Yet, he suffered severe physical Injuries behind her back.

How could she not be angry?

Sheena became teary–eyed, and she suddenly remembered another crucial point.

If just a portion of his right arm was injured so badly, what about the rest of his body?

How severe were those injuries?

She sat up, grabbed Elliot’s suit jacket, and began pulling at it.

“Let me see if you have any other injuries.”

“Nana…”

Elliot had not slept well for three days straight.

Moreover, he had been burning the candle at both ends, enduring beatings and pain.

Last night, he had depleted all his strength to endure the effects of that potent anti- inflammatory medication. Consequently, his complexion was paler, and he felt utterly drained.

In contrast, Sheena had received IV fluids last night, had rested the entire night, and, fueled by her emotional turmoil and anger, she was much stronger than Elliot.

She began to loosen Elliot’s tie and unbutton his shirt.

His once porcelain–white and exquisite chest and crisscrossing scars.

Sheena’s heart ached at the sight.

ho were now covered in

As she looked at Elliot’s grim and frightening wounds, she suddenly felt a headache.

coming on.

Closing her eyes, fragmented images of Elliot standing before her and enduring her beating flashed through her mind.

Why were these confusing images appearing in her head?