Secrets of the Neglected Wife - Chapter 732

Chapter 732:

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Without hesitation, Verruckt ripped away the torn remains of his shirt. Sweat glistened on his defined muscles, each breath he took straining against the pain.

“There’s a small metal hook stuck deep in the wound,” he said, his brow furrowed. “That’s why the bleeding hasn’t stopped.” He pulled the edges of the wound apart to show her, his face set in a grim frown.

At some point, without realizing it, he had started to think of Allison as completely harmless.

“Oh my God, you’re right,” she gasped.

Allison stared at the wound, her face a mix of shock and uncertainty. She spotted the thin black wire embedded deep inside. It was so well hidden that only the person injured could have known it was there.

“But… how did it even get in?” she asked, her voice unsteady.

“It was from the explosion,” Verruckt explained. His breathing was shallow, and his voice wavered slightly. The pain was unbearable, yet he spoke as if nothing could shake him.

“You need to pull it out,” he instructed, his tone firm.

“Okay,” Allison said, swallowing hard. “I’ll try my best.” Even someone without medical knowledge would understand that leaving it in would be a disaster. The risk of infection was far too great.

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Verruckt noticed her hesitation and pointed to the last bottle of disinfectant in her bag.

“Use that to clean it fast, then get the wire out,” he instructed. “If you don’t, I’ll end up with a fever and an infection, and then we’ll have a real mess on our hands.”

Allison nodded and took a deep breath. “Understood,” she said. As if trying to steady her nerves, she poured the disinfectant over her right hand. Under her breath, she whispered, “Don’t be scared.”

Verruckt let out a dry laugh, the corners of his mouth lifting in amusement.

“Alice, you’re the one who looks scared,” he teased.

She shot back, her tone firm, “I was talking to myself.”

Verruckt arched a brow. “I’m the one with the injury. What’s there for you to be afraid of?”

Her voice caught, and her eyes turned red, glistening with unshed tears. “If you die, I’ll be to blame for it,” she muttered, looking like a frightened rabbit. For some reason, Verruckt found her distress oddly entertaining.

A faint smirk played on his lips.

“Just get it over with. I’m not going to die,” he said calmly.

In the dim light, where most would struggle to tell flesh from blood, Allison could see everything clearly. The hook was lodged so deep that pulling it out without causing pain was impossible. The only option was to work quickly.

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