Chapter 305

– Injured

The feeling left Melody flustered and anxious, but she tried her best to calm her chaotic thoughts and said, “I’m fine, Ander suddenly showed up and saved me. With them around, I don’t think Russell will bother me for a while.”

“Ander?” Ken asked after a brief pause.

“Yes,” Melody confirmed.

There was silence for a couple of seconds before Ken spoke again. “Isn’t that Ander after something else? Why else would he come to see you so late at night?”

Melody was speechless.”Ander came with Zoe because their son had a sudden seizure, and they were here to ask for my help. What are you thinking? Plus, he even recognized me as his goddaughter.”

“You don’t know how dark men’s hearts can be,” Ken remarked.

“As if you’re not a man yourself,” Melody retorted, rolling her eyes. “Besides, with my looks, any man interested in me must be blind.”

Ken was silent for another couple of seconds before he finally said, “Melody.”

Melody answered, “Yes?”

Ken explained, “Not all men think looks are everything.”

Melody let out a bitter laugh and asked, “Are you trying to comfort me?”

“No.” Ken’s tone was resolute.

“Alright, let’s not talk about it anymore.” Melody reminded him, “You must be tired today, go and rest quickly.”

Ken asked, “Are you worried about me?”

“Of course,” Melody replied without hesitation, then added, ” You went there because of me, so if you get exhausted, I’d feel very guilty.”

Ken chuckled softly on the other end while Melody didn’t understand what his laughter meant and was about to ask when she heard Ken suddenly gasp.

“What happened?” she asked with concern.

“I’m fine, I’ve arranged for the butler to return to the Fox family at an appropriate time so Yolanda won’t suspect anything,” Ken replied calmly, but Melody felt he was deliberately changing the subject.

Ignoring the butler topic, she pressed on. “What happened to you? Did you get hurt in the warehouse?”

Ken said teasingly, “It’s my pants zipper got stuck, do you want to come over and help me?”

Melody’s face instantly turned red as she knew exactly where a zipper could get stuck, and then she coughed awkwardly, refusing to take the bait. “Get some rest; I’ll hang up now.”

She ended the call, but her cheeks remained hot, so she opened the black market forum to distract herself.

A private message notification popped up as there was another request for her to solve problems, and since this requester had already messaged her twice, she reluctantly opened the chat.

The requester asked, [Hi, when can you complete the problems?]

Seeing that the other party was still online, she replied, [1 have a lot of things to do these few days. When I’m done, I’ll immediately help you do the questions.]

The response came almost immediately, which read, [I need this done within ten days as it’s urgent. Can you prioritize it?]

When Melody saw the reply, she suddenly recalled that Ander mentioned giving his students ten days to complete a task, wondering if this requester was one of his students. While she pondered the coincidence, another message arrived. [If you can finish earlier, I’ll pay you an extra 100 thousand dollars.]

Without further thought, Melody replied, [Okay, I’ll get it done in three days.]

The person sent an emoji of someone bowing in gratitude with a message. [Thank you.]

[You’re welcome,] Melody replied before closing the chat.

After dealing with the black market forum, Melody’s mind finally stopped racing, and she soon fell asleep from exhaustion.

Meanwhile, at Serenity Villa, Ken unbuttoned his shirt after ending the call, revealing a gunshot wound on his shoulder, blood still flowing.

He had fainted from the pain earlier but didn’t want Melody to feel guilty, so he endured the pain until now.

After assessing his injury, he found it worse than expected but not fatal, and then he dialed Susan’s number.

At the same time, Susan was chatting enthusiastically with Hattie, saying, “It’s great you have so many people around and work together in the Fox residence, it makes work easier.”

Sensing Susan’s straightforward nature, Hattie lowered her voice and asked, “Are you not having a good time here?”

Susan scratched her head and said, “Although I often feel bored, it’s not unbearable.”

Hattie hesitated before finally speaking her mind. “But there are rumors widespread in Silverlake, claiming that Mr. Ken is a devil who crippled his brother; is he that bad-tempered?”

These rumors were fed to Hattie by Maria, who disliked Ken, and it influenced Hattie’s perception even though Ken had just helped her tonight.

Susan frowned and said, “Those are just rumors; Mr. Ken is an easygoing person and has never once lost his temper with me. Once, I accidentally broke his ashtray which was worth around 200 thousand dollars, and he only told me to be careful with the shards, never asked me to pay for it.”

Hattie doubted. “Is he really that reasonable?”

Susan replied, “Of course, you work for wealthy families too, so you must know how much of the gossip is true or false.”

Hattie was now thoughtful and began to see Ken in a new light.

At that moment, Susan’s phone rang and she quickly answered after knowing that it was Ken, gesturing for silence. “Yes, sir?”

“Help me to prepare an alcohol lamp, tweezers, bandages…” Ken listed several items, and Susan noted them down.

However, because Ken wanted too many things, Susan asked for Hattie’s help to gather the supplies.

Once prepared, they knocked on Ken’s door, and when he opened it shirtless, they saw the bloody wound on his shoulder and were shocked.

Susan was so frightened that she gasped, while Hattie was more experienced and she quickly regained composure, asking, “Mr. Swanson, do you need help with the wound? I have some experience from caring for Mrs. Fox.”

Ken glanced at Hattie and said, “Yes, please come in.”

Even though Susan didn’t dare to look at the wound, she followed them into the bathroom.

As soon as they entered, Hattie sterilized the tweezers but hesitated when it came to removing the bullet, her hands shaking.

“I’ll do it myself,” Ken said, taking the tweezers before biting down on a towel and extracting the bullet with a stoic expression.

Blood flowed, staining the bathroom floor and it was a harrowing sight.

Hattie could not help but look at Ken, noticing his pale face and his forehead covered in sweat as he was in immense pain, but he didn’t utter a sound throughout the entire process.

Finally, the bullet was out, and Hattie immediately went forward to help with bandaging the wound, which she was quite experienced in.

Finally, the wound was treated and Hattie asked after breathing a sigh of relief, “Should I contact Miss Melody to prescribe for you.

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