My Sweetheart

She stabbed in a certain direction indiscriminately with a gleaming sharp dagger. The light reflected by the blade dazzled his
eyes. Joseph was shocked for a second, then he reacted to grab her dagger, but it was too late, the blade had pierced his
shoulder.
The blood quickly dyed the clothes red.
Kathy was panting and stepped back subconsciously. Her face was pale and bloodless, and the only action she could do was to
dodge so that he wouldn't touch her.
Joseph looked at her face. He knew clearly that she hated him, he knew clearly she was bearing, and he knew better that when
she stabbed him just now, she was not even avenging Marlon, she just could not bear his closeness and touch.
He began to understand that when he asked her if it hurt, her answer was only one word— Hurt.
Her pain was not in her wrist, just as now his pain was not because of the injury on his shoulder.
The pain was in their heart. Although it didn’t bleed, they all felt gut-wrenching.
He knew, he all knew.
Kathy's hand still held the dagger. There was a flash of panic in Joseph’s eyes. He asked in a low voice, "Give me the dagger, or
you will hurt yourself."
She was emotionally unstable and she will hurt herself.
The tip of the dagger was still dripping blood. Kathy was backing away and maintained the distance from him. Her hands were
tremble. Although it was not obvious, she can’t help trembling.
She looked at him alertly and her breathing was very disturbed.
Joseph didn't dare to approach her anymore, so he could only say in a low voice, "Put the dagger down, I won't touch you."
He looked at her pale and frightened face, and said in a hoarse voice again, "Kathy, I promise you, I will not touch you, as long
as you put the dagger down."
Kathy only thought it was funny. She took the dagger from Jaydon's car. She just used it for self-defense, but he looked like she
would use it to mutilate or commit suicide.

She won't, she certainly won't.
The blood on his shoulders was flowing fiercely, but he seemed to be unaware of it, and he kept looking at her with a pair of
black eyes.
Until she stepped back to the other side of the bed, far away from his breath, and couldn't feel the pressure on his body, her
nerves gradually relaxed and her hands didn't shake so much.
She said solemnly, "You go out."
Joseph looked at her without any movement.
Kathy smiled mockingly, "I'm right here, you don't need to worry that I will run. No, don't worry, I won't run."
"Okay." They were locked in a stalemate for a while. Then he said, "I'll go out, but don't take the dagger anymore."
She just took a dagger in self-defense, what if she hurt herself impulsively next time?
Kathy watched him leave the bedroom completely and close the door. Her nerves that had been high-strung gradually relaxed,
and the whole person fell softly on the bed.
She had no strength at all.
She curled up on the bed, as if all her senses had disappeared. She closed her eyes and her fingers gripped the quilt tightly. Her
strength was so strong that the wound oozed blood again.
Maryam ran over immediately when she heard the sound of footsteps. When she saw the blood on the man's shoulders, she
almost screamed in fright.
"Brother Joseph, why are you hurt?"
Mathew heard the sound and looked over in surprise. He was also startled when he saw blood soaked through Joseph’s cloth,
"What's wrong with you?"
Joseph was always expressionless. His handsome face was taut, and he didn't even look at them.
He took the medical kit straight. Maryam hurried up to help, but Joseph didn't raise his head, and said coldly, "Go away."

Maryam pouted aggrievedly, "But you are injured. Let me help you with medicine. I have learned how to take medicine before. I
can help you."
Mathew came over on crutches and he also worried, "Go to the hospital..."
He thought of something in the next second, gritted his teeth and said, "Did Kathy hurt you? She stabbed you with a dagger?"
How can she? How could she hurt his grandson like this!
Maryam wanted to get close to him, but she didn't dare. Joseph would drive her away directly.
Now he looked cold and his eyes never look at them. He was so alienated that people didn't dare to approach him.
He took off his clothes and applied medicine to himself stiffly. When Maryam looked at his oozing wound, tears fell out of her
eyes.
She muttered dissatisfiedly, "How could she be so excessive? You are husband and wife anyhow. She actually stabbed you,
Brother Joseph... If you continue to be with her, she might frantically kill you."
The more she talked, the more she felt that this possibility was very high. Kathy was a lunatic now.
Mathew became more nervous. "Kathy, you can't be with her anymore. Now we don’t know what she will do."
Joseph's face was still indifferent, "Are you surprised by such a result?"
Mathew was so angry that he couldn't speak, and his momentum became weaker. "What do you mean?"
The man lowered his head and did not speak. Mathew wanted to say something, but a person had already walked in quickly. It
was Lincoln.
"Dude, we can go..."
When he approached, he exclaimed, "Why are you hurt?"
When joseph met Marlon, he was clearly uninjured, and it was obviously a stab wound. Who else could hurt Joseph?
Joseph wrapped the bandages and said indifferently, "Let your best subordinate come and keep an eye on Kathy."

Lincoln had already guessed what was going on, "Well, I got it."
They must have an argument because of Marlon. He didn't think much about it, and soon went out to call.
When he returned, Joseph was already bandaged. After Joseph putting on his coat, Maryam couldn't help but say, "Brother
Joseph, maybe you should change your clothes."
Joseph walked directly outside, and Mathew shouted after him, "Where are you going, Joseph! You have got hurt, you need to
have a good rest!"
But the man's footsteps did not stop.
In the car, Lincoln sat in the passenger seat. Looking back at the man with his eyes closed, he ordered the driver to drive.
After arriving at the hospital, Joseph efficiently handled the recent unsettled affairs. He didn’t treat patients anymore, but he had
to make decisions about major matters in the hospital.
He didn’t finish most of the things until the evening.
When Lincoln came over, John was guarding outside.
"Mr Fletcher, is there any news about Marlon? He is really dead?" John asked worriedly.
The boss hadn't come out for eight hours, and he didn't eat or drink. John didn't dare to go in and disturb him.
"There is no news yet, but we have been sending people to find his corpse. At that time, the shot was missed and did not hit the
center of the heart. However, there are reefs under the sea. It is really hard to say whether he could survive."
He was standing behind Joseph at the time, so he saw clearly that Joseph didn’t shot in Marlon’s heart, but because of those
reefs and sea water, they didn’t feel optimistic about the current situation.