Celine wiped her hands clean with a handkerchief before turning to Benjamin. “Benjamin, say whatever you want, but don’t tell me you’re…”

Benjamin had been planning to apologize, but the words felt as if a bone were stuck in his throat.

Celine’s voice was calm and cold. “When you hurt someone, a simple ‘sorry’ doesn’t make things right. So don’t bother saying it. I won’t forgive you.” Benjamin was speechless. He was Mercity’s “Little Tyrant.” Aside from Adam, no one had ever dared to challenge his authority. This insolent Celine was testing his patience. His face turned ashen with rage.

“Benjamin, you should close your eyes and rest. Save your energy so your leg can recover,” Celine said.

Benjamin’s face was pale, his body visibly weak. He couldn’t muster the strength to argue. In the end, he obeyed her and closed his eyes.

Celine tucked the blanket snugly around him. She knew that Benjamin adored Carly and saw her as his beloved sister-in-law. The harsh words he had spoken earlier didn’t surprise her; she was used to them.

Although she wanted to ignore him and walk away, she couldn’t bring herself to do so. Her doctor’s instinct wouldn’t let her turn away.

At that moment, Wyatt entered with a set of clean clothes. “Ms. Tate, your clothes are soaked through. Here, change into these.” Earlier, Benjamin’s clothes had already been changed; Wyatt had brought him a set of men’s clothes. Celine suddenly became aware of the cold that clung to her. She hadn’t noticed it before because she was entirely focused on saving Benjamin’s leg. The chill from her soaked clothes seeped into her bones, making her shiver.

She accepted the clothes with gratitude. “Thank you, Mr. Lawson. I’ll change in the other room.”

Celine entered the room and removed her damp clothes to change into the dry set. Suddenly, she heard footsteps outside. Someone was standing right outside the door while she was changing.

Celine’s voice immediately rang out. “Who’s there? Who’s outside?”

The person outside chuckled sheepishly when he realized he had been caught. “Ms. Tate, it’s me.”

Wyatt. Celine had always been wary of him. Although he had rescued her and Benjamin, she knew he was only interested in her beauty. She couldn’t afford to confront him outright; Benjamin was injured, and they were still on Wyatt’s territory.

Celine kept her tone neutral. “Mr. Lawson, what are you doing here?”

He remained at the door, pressing his face near the crack as if trying to peek inside. But Celine had anticipated this and positioned herself out of sight. He was thick with impatience. “Ms. Tate, have you finished changing? Do you need help?” He was trying to find an excuse to enter.

Celine politely declined. “Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lawson, but I’m fine.”

“Ms. Tate, you’re a guest here. I need to take good care of you. I’ll come in now.”

With that, Wyatt pushed the door open and stepped inside. Celine had already finished dressing. She stood there, fully clothed, and met Wyatt’s gaze head-on. “Mr. Lawson, I’m done changing. Thank you.”

Relief filled Celine in disappointment. She had been too quick. He hadn’t seen anything.

His gaze lingered greedily on her delicate, refined features. He stepped closer. “Ms. Tate, you must be cold. Why don’t you come to my room? It’s much warmer.”

Celine staggered back, widening the distance between them. “Mr. Lawson, my brother-in-law’s leg injury is severe. I need to go check on him.” Without giving Wyatt a chance to stop her, she walked past him and left.