My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston)

Chapter 266 The Injured Man

"Raglan?" Raglan felt the name sounded familiar. After thinking about it for a while, she finally came up with this person in her mind.

It was a man whose side face resembled Alston.

Cynthia didn't ask why Hulda was looking for this person. She just nodded. "Okay, I'll let you know when I find him. Let me send you home."

A few days later, Clare and Ivan were sentenced to a total of fifteen years in prison for tax evasion, bribery, and multiple crimes.

The dice was cast. Even if they felt regretful, the time wouldn't go back.

Cynthia finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing her face was full of exhaustion, Lloyd persuaded, "Mrs. Smith, everything is settled now. Go home and rest for a few days. I'll be there. Don't worry."

Lloyd was right. The particular concern had been resolved. Everyone had witnessed the fate of the Tansy Group and they wouldn't despise Cynthia anymore. They were all well-behaved as they were afraid Cynthia would fire them if they did something wrong.

"Alright. I'll go back after reading these two documents."

Seeing she had made up her mind, Lloyd stopped persuading her and returned to his work desk.

Cynthia continued to study the documents with her head down. To know the Smith Group's situation as soon as possible, Greg crammed a lot into her. But she still had to rely on herself for most of them.

It was ten o'clock in the evening when she finished going through the documents. It was already dark when she left the company.

It was not midsummer yet. The night was still a bit cold. With the cool wind outside, Cynthia let out a sigh and dispelled the tiredness all day.

It was very late now. Her children should be asleep. Cynthia looked at the dark sky and didn't let the driver pick her up. She planned to stroll toward home alone.

For a metropolitan city, although it was very late, Jadney City was still bustling. Looking at the brightly lit outside, Cynthia crossed her arms and watched people coming and going with a smile.

A family of three walked by her. As it was late, the child in the mother's arms looked drowsy. The father stretched out his hands and took the child carefully. He said with a gentle voice, "Let me hold him. This chubby gained a lot of weight recently. Your arms must be numb!"

After the young mother handed over the child to him, she squeezed her sore arm and watched the father and son happily.

Looking at this, Cynthia felt a sense of loss. Here two babies were crawling all over the floor and they could babble and say some simple words. But Alston missed their growth. The men sent by Bill hadn't found Alston, nor any news about him. They had been searched all over Jadney City. Bill said he planned to send some men to nearby cities. Cynthia sighed and felt a little depressed. She was also not sure about the situation. Alston fell from such a high cliff and would be injured. If he couldn't be treated in time... She shook her head and wanted to dispel all those negative emotions. She didn't dare to think about it anymore. The more she thought about it, the more worried she was.

Cynthia walked through a bustling street and stepped toward the Smith family's house. The Smith family was not very far from the company. It was located in the city center while it was far away from the noise of the city center. The environment around was beautiful and the air was fresh, which was very suitable for living.

The closer to the house, the car whistles in the city center gradually faded away and the surroundings were extremely quiet. Cynthia felt she could even hear the sound of the wind blowing.

When passing by a small alley, Cynthia wanted to walk through quickly, but she smelled blood. She frowned and looked carefully at the dark alley.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, she paused her steps. The smell of blood became more intense. She also vaguely heard a small but restrained gasp.

Cynthia hesitated for a long time. She was afraid it might be some gang inside. If she went there rashly, what if she got into trouble?

Soon there came another muffled groan in the dark alley. Cynthia sighed and didn't want to think about it further. Judging from his groan and the smell of blood, he might be seriously injured. Even if he wanted to harm her, he had no strength at all.

Thinking of this, Cynthia didn't hesitate any longer. She walked in cautiously and the smell of blood became stronger. She wore low-heeled shoes today. No matter how careful she was, she still made a rattling sound when stepping on the ground.

The closer she went in, the more nervous she felt. The alley was dark. Cynthia vaguely saw a black figure curled up on the ground. It looked like a tall man who was breathing heavily.

She asked softly, "Are... are you okay?"

Hearing her voice, the man tensed up and looked at her warily. "Who are you?"

Cynthia could hear the tension in his voice. She knew he wanted to defend himself, but he couldn't even get up due to the injury. So Cynthia relaxed all of a sudden. She asked, "I'm just passing by. I come into this alley because I smell blood. Are you seriously injured? Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

"No. Don't do it!" The man stopped her immediately. Because he was anxious, he might move violently and the wound seemed to be split open. He gasped and his voice became weaker.

Cynthia thought he might have something to hide so he couldn't go to the hospital. But from the sound of exhaling, he was not in good condition. So Cynthia hurriedly ran out of the alley. The man heard the sound of footsteps. The light in his eyes went out. She must think this was scary, so she left him.

The wound began to bleed again. He lay on the ground and looked up at the starry sky. His breath was heavy. It was already too late now. No one would come to rescue him. He was in despair and forgave to struggle.

If he couldn't survive it, that was his destiny. If he made it, he must take revenge on those people.

There was a fierce light in the man's eyes. He closed his eyes for a long time and waited quietly.

Within a few minutes, he opened his eyes quickly again and looked at the entrance of the alley. After a while, the sound of footsteps came again as if it was knocking on his heart, making his heart beat along with it.

That woman was back!

A secret joy welled up in his heart. This feeling was strange and even scared him a little, but it didn't feel bad.

Cynthia was carrying a large bag of medicines and panting quickly. "Sorry, I just went to the pharmacy next to it. Fortunately, it's still open. I bought some medicine and bandages to stop the bleeding. Let me patch you up."

Hearing the crisp and sweet voice, the man's throat seemed to be blocked. He said after a long time, "Thank you."

"The alley is too dark. I'll turn on the flashlight of my phone. Otherwise, I won't be able to see it. Is that okay?"

The man replied in a low voice, "Okay!"

His voice sounded hoarse and bitter.

Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. She was still worried he wouldn't agree as he didn't want her to see his face. She was not sure about the injury and was afraid to worsen it.

The flashlight was turned on, which illuminated the small alley with warm light. The man seemed to be unaccustomed to the light. He blocked his eyes with his fingers and gently put down his hands after a while.

With the light, they both saw each other's face clearly.

Cynthia glanced at him. The man was wearing black clothes. The injury was on his abdomen. As the color of the clothes was too dark, Cynthia only saw two wet spots, which should be the injured part. "I'll help you take off your clothes. It's easier to apply the medicine." Cynthia asked for his opinion before making a move.

The man looked at her seriously and pursed his dry lips. "Alright."

Then Cynthia carefully removed his clothes bit by bit. The fabric of his black shirt was stuck to the wound. When she removed it, the man shook violently and wailed in pain.

"Does it hurt? I'll be gentle!" Seeing his reaction, Cynthia recalled how she cleaned Alston's wound in Coast

City before. Her movements became gentler, and her voice was unbelievably soft.

Hearing her voice, the man seemed to feel the pain ease a bit. His cold eyes showed tenderness, and he cautiously looked at Cynthia a few times. Seeing her focusing on dealing with the wound, he stared at her longer.