After the Affair: Falling into a Billionaire's Arms Chapter 66

Julian nodded without speaking. After glancing at the dried blood on her arm, he told Flora, "Take her to the hospital to treat that wound."

Flora nodded automatically.

On the way to the hospital, Flora drove while Louisa and Sadie sat in the back. Everything was over, and Louisa was exhausted.

She rested her head on Sadie's shoulder, watching the clear moonlight outside the window, saying nothing.

Sadie held her, offering comfort, "It's okay now. It's all over."

Flora couldn't contain her satisfaction. "What a satisfying day! You should have seen those three being taken away by the police. I was so happy! They finally got what they deserved!"

"That's enough," Sadie cut in, concerned about Louisa.

"It's fine," Louisa replied softly, closing her eyes.

Yesterday, her hatred had reached its peak, and she'd wanted revenge on everyone who had hurt her. Now that she was calmer, she understood that George hadn't been directly involved in last night's scheme.

But it didn't matter anymore. Even if he hadn't planned it, he was the root cause. All the bitter consequences stemmed from him.

She had tried to give him dignity. Her repeated patience was meant to end things properly, to give their ten-year relationship a respectable conclusion.

But he had enabled everything that happened. So he had to swallow this bitter pill. It was what he deserved.

Rain began falling from the night sky, tapping against the car windows. Louisa opened her eyes to watch the flowing raindrops.

She rolled down the window and extended her injured hand outside. The rain hit her arm, dissolving the dried blood into crimson rivulets that ran down her skin.

Sadie quickly tried to pull her arm back in. "What are you doing? You may get an infection!"

"It's fine," Louisa said, slowly shaking her head. "Stop the car."

"We haven't reached the hospital yet," Flora protested.

"I don't want to go to the hospital. I want to walk for a while."

"It's raining outside."

"Stop the car," Louisa insisted.

She wasn't angry, but her voice was even more subdued and weary than usual. 

Flora had no choice. After exchanging glances with Sadie, she pulled over to the curb.

The night was deep, and with the rain, there weren't many vehicles or pedestrians on the road. 

Louisa stepped out of the car and walked along the sidewalk in the rain.

Sadie and Flora quickly grabbed umbrellas from the car and hurried to shield her.

Louisa weakly pushed them away. "You use the umbrellas. I'm fine."

She liked the feeling of rain washing over her, as if it could cleanse away all her filth and shame. 

As her longtime friends, Flora and Sadie understood.

Sadie sighed. "Let her be. She's been suppressing herself all month. Now that everything's over, she needs to release her emotions."

Fortunately, the rain was light, just a drizzle.

"I'm worried about her hand," Flora said. "The wound hasn't healed yet."

Since Louisa refused the umbrella, Flora removed her light suit jacket and draped it over Louisa's shoulders, at least protecting her injured hand.

Passersby saw three beautiful women with distinct styles—one walking ahead, two following with umbrellas.

Some inappropriate men rolled down their car windows, calling out, "Hey, ladies, need a ride?"

Flora's response was always the same: "Get lost!" They would back off after that.

Thankfully, Louisa wasn't being reckless. She just wanted to feel the rain, so she naturally headed toward home.

There was no hospital on this route.

Flora looked at Louisa's injured hand and sighed silently. "Mr. Tudor asked me to take her to the hospital. If he finds out I didn't, he'll be furious."

Sadie was surprised. "He gets angry?"

Flora's face fell. "He doesn't yell, but when he's upset, it's more terrifying than yelling."

Sadie was still shocked. "He gets upset?"

Flora fell silent. Was that really the point? 

It seemed they would have to treat her wound at home.

They walked slowly, and it was two hours later when they reached Cozy Community. 

The rain had stopped.

At eleven at night, the neighborhood was quiet. The upscale community had beautiful landscaping, with the night breeze carrying the fresh scent of plants and faint floral fragrances.

Suddenly, Louisa felt unbearable waves of nausea. She rushed to a tree, gripping the trunk as she began to retch violently.

She seemed extremely nauseated but could only dry heave, unable to vomit anything.

Flora and Sadie hurried to her, gently patting her back. "Louisa, are you okay? Maybe we should go to the hospital after all?"

Louisa didn't respond, just laughed softly—a hollow, bleak sound. 

Flora and Sadie was frightened, rushing to check on her.

Louisa shook her head gently. "I'm fine."

 All the sickness had been purged—how could she not be fine?

Flora and Sadie exchanged glances but said nothing.

Just then, two people passed by. It was Julian, returning from working late at the office, with Teddy beside him. Hearing the commotion, they looked in Louisa's direction.

Recognizing her, Julian's normally impassive eyes darkened as he walked toward them. "What happened?"

Flora and Sadie jumped in surprise, instinctively exclaiming, "Mr. Tudor!" 

Why was he here?

Julian didn't respond to them, focusing on Louisa instead. Then he noticed her untreated arm and his tone sharpened. "You didn't go to the hospital?"