---- Chapter 152 Perhaps James had followed her here. The thought made Wendy's skin crawl, though the unease faded just as quickly. As far as she knew James, he wasn't the type to stalk someone. It was way more likely he'd had someone dig up her new address. Either way, knowing that he now knew where she lived didn't sit right with her. "Tl help clean this up," Liam said out of nowhere , making Wendy jump. She knocked over the bottle of medicine next to her.

She gasped, then sighed in relief when she saw the cap was still on tight. Liam crouched down beside her and helped her repack the first -aid kit. Wendy pressed her lips together, feeling a little embarrassed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." She trailed off mid-sentence, noticing a dark bruise near his temple. Wendy frowned. "You should probably get a scan. James hits hard." Liam closed the first-aid kit and looked at her, his gaze dark." You know him well," he said.

---- "Of course I do," she replied with a bitter chuckle, missing the edge in his tone. "We were married for six years. Slept in the same bed practically every night." She realized how it sounded as soon as the words left her mouth. "But it's over now. We're divorced. If he shows up to start drama again, I won't hesitate. I'm not making excuses for him." She glanced up, her voice softening with guilt. "If you want to press charges, I won't stand in your way.

And I'm not going to defend him." Liam knit his brows tighter, his gaze flickering. "Even if it means he gets jail time? That could really mess with Ethan. Wendy lowered her eyes. Her tone was calm, almost detached. "Tf Ethan needs me, I'll explain. I'll do what Ican to minimize the damage for him. She paused. "But if he doesn't want that, then maybe it means James going to jail doesn't actually affect him that much." She let out a quiet laugh. "It's just assault.

It's not like he's going to prison or anything." The Frank family had deep roots in Jarzonia, and their power and influence ran through every corner of the city. To put it bluntly , even if James killed someone , he probably wouldn't land in prison that easily. But Wendy kept that last part to herself, not wanting Liam to take it the wrong way. ---- He studied her expression, his expression dimming. "You still care about him, right?" "No." The word came out instantly, almost defensively.

"Why would I be? Hell, I hope Jenna ends up in jail with him." She was clearly joking, but Liam's deep, steady gaze stayed fixed on her, completely serious. Wendy blinked. "Wait. You're not actually taking that seriously, are you?" Liam stayed silent, his eyes still locked on hers-dead serious. She let out a helpless laugh. "I was joking. Jenna didn't break the law, so she's not going to prison. But I meant what I said about James. Do whatever you want with him.

I don't care." Liam didn't react either way. "I'm going to take a shower." "Are you sure you can? Won't the water irritate the cuts?" He looked back at Wendy with a crooked grin, "What else can I do? Are you gonna help me?" Wendy nodded without hesitation. "Sure. Ican help." She was a doctor. She'd seen more than enough male bodies, and it wasn't a big deal. Helping someone clean up wasn't anything new to her. Liam froze for a second, then lowered his gaze. "Forget it.

You should get some rest," he mumbled. ---- Then, he turned and headed to his room without another word. Wendy stood there, confused. She had no idea what had suddenly made Liam upset.