Chapter 345

“Great!” Ophelia said without hesitation, answering with great determination. “Then let my uncle wait and see!”

Richard got in the car, looked at the girl still standing outside, sighed silently, and shook his head. This child has indeed changed, for the better than before, but that’s about it. Isabelle, a medical genius like her, is not someone an ordinary person can easily surpass. His heart was firm: the heir of the divine doctor could only be the excellent Isabelle!

Ophelia watched the car leave and then turned around. Winford saw her return; her face was originally a little relieved, but when he saw her eyes were slightly red and her lips were bitten, the warm spring breeze immediately turned into a cold and snowy landscape.

“What happened?!”

No sooner had the words fallen from his mouth than he “leapt” to his feet and strode purposefully toward her. He lifted her chin; his eyes, dark and intense, met hers before settling on her bleeding lips.

Ophelia reacted and quickly grabbed his hand, softly saying, “I accidentally bit myself.”

“Can you bite like this by accident? Your eyes are also red. Are you trying to fool your husband like a fool?” Winford said coldly, then accused, “What did he say to you?”

Obviously, all the blame was placed on Richard. Knowing his temperament, Ophelia was really afraid that he would go to confront Richard. She hurriedly shook his arm and said, “I didn’t say anything; it was just that I couldn’t control my emotions and got a little excited. Honey, please don’t be angry.”

Winford still had a cold face and ordered in a cold voice, “Go get the medicine!”

Ophelia licked her lips; she had only broken a little skin. It would have healed even if she had seen it later, so there was no need to apply any medicine. But seeing Winford’s expression, she ultimately didn’t dare to speak and could only obediently be pulled over to sit down.

The servant quickly brought the medicine, and Winford held her chin with one hand and dipped a cotton swab in the medicine, applying it to her wound. She was forced to tilt her head back, her eyelashes trembling, as she looked at the handsome yet cold-faced man. Suddenly, she thought of something and said, “…In that case, dear husband, does it mean you won’t be able to kiss me tonight?”

Winford almost lost control of his strength, and the cotton swab accidentally poked directly into her wound!

“Ouch!” Ophelia, who had just said it didn’t hurt, instantly welled up with tears in her eyes.

Winford’s face turned pale and then red, and he said, “Alright!” His expression, however, had already revealed concern uneasily, as he held her face and asked, “Does it hurt a lot?”

Ophelia subconsciously wanted to nod and act coquettish, but looking at the furrowed brow on his face, as if it was something serious, she didn’t want him to feel distressed. If he felt distressed, she would feel distressed.

So, the words were on the tip of her tongue, but she changed her mind and said with a hum and a haw, “It wasn’t really painful, just kind of average pain…”

The man’s angry expression gradually softened, completely forgetting that he had been angry with her just now. He lovingly kissed her forehead and the corners of her mouth, avoiding her wound, and said to her, “What did he say to you? If you don’t want to tell me, I won’t ask anymore. Lia, just remember that I am here every day, and I will always be your support and backing.”