The Ex-Wife's Redemption: A Love Reborn Chapter 86

My threats seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Thomas's expression completely changed, his usual gentle demeanor replaced by strong possessiveness. He tightened his grip on my waist, forcefully pulling me toward him.

"Sophia, be good," he growled, his voice unrecognizable from the kind doctor I thought I knew. "If you just do what I want, I'd give you my life! Don't you understand?"

He tried to press his lips against mine, his breathing heavy with desire. I twisted my face away, barely avoiding the kiss. A wave of disgust and betrayal washed over me. Thomas—the man I'd considered a friend, a colleague, someone I trusted—how could he become such an abusive person?

This educated doctor who presented himself as such a gentleman was now revealing his true nature, and it terrified me.

I opened my mouth to scream for help, praying someone would hear me.

Before I could make a sound, rapid footsteps approached from the hallway.

Everything happened so fast. Thomas was suddenly yanked away from me with tremendous force. A blur of movement ended with Thomas being slammed against the wall, followed by the chilling sound of knuckles connecting with flesh.

"You fucking piece of shit!" a familiar voice roared.

Henry.

His fist smashed into Thomas's face, then his stomach, each blow landing with brutal precision. Each punch's impact made me wince—I could practically feel the pain just from the sounds.

Thomas wasn't completely helpless, though. After recovering from the initial shock, he began fighting back, landing a solid hit to Henry's jaw.

"You worthless bastard!" Thomas spat, blood trickling from his split lip. "You don't even care about Sophia! Why are you still clinging to her? You married her but never appreciated her. You gave her nothing but coldness and emotional abuse, and now you're fucking Isabella on the side! What right do you have to hit me?"

Henry's eyes blazed with a fury I'd never seen before. Each accusation from Thomas only fueled his rage. He dodged Thomas's next swing and delivered a devastating blow to his ribs that left the doctor gasping for air.

I suddenly realized why Henry was here. He must have returned home last night and found Billy and me gone. Then he'd come to the hospital this morning, under the pretext of visiting his grandfather, actually looking for me. When I hadn't given him the response he expected, he'd followed me and heard my cries for help.

The two men were now locked in a vicious struggle, exchanging blow after blow.

Thomas was clearly outmatched—he was a doctor after all, no match for Henry's strength and obvious fighting experience—but he refused to back down, directing every punch at Henry's face.

"Stop it!" I cried out, terrified by how quickly the situation had escalated.

Blood was already staining both men's shirts, and Thomas's eye was completely swollen.

"Henry, that's enough!"

Henry paid no attention to my pleas, completely consumed by rage. The look in his eyes was almost feral as he systematically tried to demolish Thomas, who was now struggling to stay on his feet.

I grabbed Henry's arm, desperately trying to pull him away. "Stop! You're going to kill him!"

"Why the fuck do you care about him?" Henry snarled, shaking me off without taking his eyes off Thomas. "This garbage was trying to force himself on you!"

"I know! But I don't want you to beat him to death!" I shouted, trying to make him understand. "Think about the consequences!"

"Sophia," Thomas wheezed through bloody lips, "you're actually defending him? After everything he's done to you?"

Henry's expression darkened even further. "Siding with me instead of with scum like you?" He raised his fist again, his knuckles already broken and bleeding.

I managed to wedge myself between them, grabbing Henry's wrist. "Your hand is bleeding," I said. "Let me bandage it."

The mention of his injury seemed to calm Henry's anger.

He glanced down at his hand, surprised to see his blood dripping onto the floor.

"Henry," I said more gently. "Please. Let's go get this wound treated."

For a moment, I thought he would refuse, that his anger would override everything else.

Then, almost imperceptibly, I felt the tension in his arm decrease slightly.

Without another word, I led Henry toward the door, not daring to look back at Thomas. As we left, I could feel Henry's pulse hammering beneath my fingers, the adrenaline still coursing through him.

"Sophia," Henry said, his voice tight with controlled fury, "you're not actually defending that bastard, are you?"

"No," I answered honestly. "I just don't want you to end up in jail for murder."

A muscle in Henry's jaw twitched, but he didn't argue. His eyes remained dark with anger, but I sensed some of his rage subsiding as we walked down the corridor together, his blood leaving small droplets on the pristine hospital floor.

Deep inside, I knew this momentary peace wouldn't last.

Henry's protective, possessive reaction didn't mean our fundamental problems were solved.

But for now, I held onto his bleeding hand, leading him away from this absurd duel.

I took Henry to the surgical department, where a surgeon x-rayed his hand, confirmed no damage to tendons or bones, and then I felt relieved enough to take him for dressing.

Throughout the entire process, Henry didn't say a word, just maintained a dark, gloomy face, as if the whole world owed him money.

I was like a nanny, careful and attentive the whole time, trying to be helpful.

"It's good that your bones are fine. Let's have the nurse dress your wound quickly."

Today, Henry saved me, and no matter what, I should thank this man.

Taking him to have his wounds dressed was the least I could do.

The surgical nurse was bandaging another patient with injuries more serious than Henry's. She glanced sideways at the wound on Henry's hand and said to me irritably, "Wait a while. This case is much more serious than yours."

"Besides, aren't you a nurse too? Can't you handle such a minor injury yourself?"

"If you're so anxious and concerned, then why don't you dress it for him!"

Her words left me speechless.

Although her attitude wasn't good, her words made perfect sense.

I bit my lip, grabbed some iodine and disinfectant from nearby, along with some medical cotton swabs, and began cleaning Henry's wound.

Henry's injury was on his left hand, not serious, but a large piece of skin on the back of his left hand was torn, almost covering the entire back of his hand.

The skin was peeled back, exposing red flesh, raw and bloody, looking quite gruesome.

After being rendered speechless by a colleague, I looked at the wound on the back of Henry's hand and finally decided to do it myself. When Henry heard someone leaving me speechless, he couldn't help but glance appreciatively at that nurse.

Henry curved his lips into a slight smile. Then his gaze fell on me, as he leaned back in his chair, assuming the posture of a big boss.

He just wanted me to wait on him! But what could I do? After all, he got injured because of me.

Out of gratitude, even facing Henry's attitude of treating me like a servant, I didn't show any rejection.

After completing all the preparations, I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself calm.

I used a cotton swab dipped in iodine to apply it to the wound on the back of his hand.

"I need to disinfect the wound first. It might hurt a bit, so please bear with it."

If Henry hadn't saved me, I definitely wouldn't speak to him so gently.

A grown man, couldn't he handle this little pain?

Despite my prior warning to Henry, he still made a very pained expression, occasionally sucking in cold air.

His handsome face was filled with pain.

For a moment, I really wanted to ask him: Does it really hurt that much?

But...

The pained expression on Henry's face was like a whip, lashing at my heart, disturbing my wavering heart.