The man opened his eyes wide and his red lips were pale as chalk.

“My name is Watkins Cruz. Please don't take me to the hospital. If it's not too much trouble, could you please take me to your home first? I'll have someone pick me up from there later.”

“But you are bleeding and we need to get that arm of yours looked at..."

Watkins shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. My friends will come to get me very soon. If it's too much trouble, then never mind..

Erica hesitated for a while. ‘It shouldn't take too long. I guess it will be okay.’ So she said, “ALL right then. You'd better call your friends now and ask them to pick you up at the Pearl Villa District."

“Thank you very much."

“You're welcome!"

Hoping to put her doubts to rest, Erica stifled all the thoughts inside her heart and stared out the window to keep herself distracted.

At the Pearl Villa District

Erica and the driver helped Watkins into the villa and sat him down on the sofa in the Living room.

Since Matthew wasn't at home, Erica knew that she would have to be more vigilant. She left the driver to look after the injured man while she went upstairs to look for the first aid kit.

It took Erica a while to find the first aid kit as she had never used the one in the villa before. Fortunately, it had everything she needed.

When she came downstairs with the first aid kit, Watkins’ face was as pale as death now. Wasting no more time, Erica asked the driver to take off the man's coat.

Then she took out a scissor from the box and carefully cut off the Long sleeve of his sweater so that it would be more convenient to clean the wound.

She took out a new bottle of disinfectant spray and reminded him, "I can only disinfect your wound. I can't do anything more than that.

Please make do with this now, but you need to get professional help eventually."

Erica knew her way around a first aid kit because she'd always find some way to get injured as child.

Every time she got hurt, Wesley treated her wounds with disinfectant spray first, then he'd apply the medicine or wrap it up with medical gauze.

Much to her surprise, Erica had managed to pick up some useful skills from her father.

Watkins smiled with trembling lips and said, "Thank you very much for your help!"

With his permission, Erica shook the bottle and aimed the spray at his wound. Before her fingers could press down the top of the bottle, the door of the villa was pushed open abruptly from the outside.

The matter of disinfecting Watkins’ wound absorbed Erica's attention entirely. When she heard the front door open and then shut, she thought nothing of it, supposing the driver had gone out.

Little did she know that she was wrong; in fact, it was her husband coming in.

As soon as Matthew had finished his business trip, he'd rushed straight home without even visiting the office.

He was unpleasantly surprised when he opened the door, for the first thing he saw was his wife, squatting in front of a strange man and dealing with his wound.