"Sister..." Damian Wentworth's voice was as faint as a kitten's meow.
Claire Wentworth turned her head subconsciously.
"Sister." Damian Wentworth called out again. At this moment, he had no one else to turn to. The pain in his stomach had made him lose all sensation, and he was spitting up blood. He felt that he might be dying soon. His parents were fighting, his second sister was crying, and even Hector, who had always been the kindest to him in the family, was trying to stop the fight. The only person who was available was his eldest sister, whom he had never liked.
He looked at Claire Wentworth, his eyes filled with fear as tears streamed down his face. Claire Wentworth finally couldn't harden her heart. She walked around the chaotic group of people and crouched down beside Damian Wentworth. She turned his head to one side, saying, "Keep this position. This is to prevent the blood from choking into your trachea. Understand?"
"Un...derstand."
Subsequently, Claire Wentworth laid his body flat. She took out a needle, inserted it into his chest, and gently twirled it. "This is to stop the bleeding. Next, you just keep this position until the ambulance arrives. Got it?"
The chubby boy gave a soft "mm" and said to her with shame, "Sister, I didn't know it would hurt so much to fall. Second sister clearly said that with the carpet, I wouldn't get hurt. I won't push you again in the future."
Claire Wentworth sighed and reached out to ruffle his hair. "In the future, don't listen to Victoire Wentworth if you can."
After Damian Wentworth's bleeding stopped, Claire Wentworth removed the needle. "I'm leaving. You... be more careful in the future."
Walking out of The Wentworth family residence, Claire Wentworth let out a long breath. This family really gave her a headache.
"Madam, where shall we go next?" Jocelyn asked.
"Let's go home. It's time for lunch."
"Okay." Jocelyn nodded, thinking that the young mistress was a very self - disciplined person, always having her three meals on time.
On the way, Jocelyn couldn't help asking, "Madam, I don't understand. Why did you save that chubby boy?"
Claire Wentworth thought for a moment. "Maybe I just felt that he was pitiful. He's also someone Victoire Wentworth wanted to harm."
"Oh." Jocelyn didn't quite understand.
Soon, they returned to the villa. The lunch was sumptuous, which made Claire Wentworth quite satisfied. However, Alexandre Montfort didn't seem to have much of an appetite.
"Not feeling well?" Claire Wentworth noticed and turned to ask him.
Alexandre Montfort's eyes fell on her softly, and a faint smile curved his lips. "No, I just don't feel like eating. Are you... worried about my health?"
"Of course!" Claire Wentworth nodded without hesitation. "After all..." After all, it was her doing.
"After all what?" Alexandre Montfort pressed.
"After all, you're my backer. Only if you're healthy and live a long life can my affairs go more smoothly."
Alexandre Montfort chuckled. "Just a backer?"
Claire Wentworth thought for a while. "Besides being a backer, we're also partners. If there's anything you need me to do, Young Master Montfort, just say the word."
Alexandre Montfort lowered his eyelids and gave a soft "mm".
Claire Wentworth sensed that he seemed a bit down. After thinking for a moment, she reached out and placed her hand on his wrist. The delicate touch made Alexandre Montfort's heart tremble. He looked up in surprise, only to see Claire Wentworth frowning seriously. "There's some flatulence in your stomach, but it's okay. I'll give you a massage later."
Alexandre Montfort's eyes dimmed again. By this time, he was almost certain that this little girl's thoughts were not on him at all. So, she definitely couldn't be some kind of undercover agent. Because no undercover would be so inattentive to the target.
After the diagnosis, a bright smile suddenly curved Claire Wentworth's lips. "Young Master Montfort, this morning I went back to The Wentworth family and retrieved all my certificates."
Alexandre Montfort looked at her. "Oh." His voice was flat, showing no curiosity.
Claire Wentworth was not affected at all. She continued to smile and said earnestly, "Because I want to transfer to the Department of Medicine at Suncrest University. You know, the university I attended before was just a third - tier college. Its teaching staff and educational resources can't compare with those of Suncrest University. If I can go to the Department of Medicine at Suncrest University, I can learn more knowledge."
"Young Master Montfort, to be honest, with your current condition, acupuncture alone definitely won't be enough. Eventually, you'll have to undergo surgery to be completely cured."
Alexandre Montfort glanced at her. "Do you really think I can be completely cured?"
"Of course. You definitely can be completely cured." Claire Wentworth nodded seriously. At least theoretically, Alexandre Montfort's condition could be cured. What she lacked was practical experience. She needed a laboratory and some cases similar to Alexandre Montfort's. And all of these, once she got to Suncrest University and found her master, Gaston Leroux, should be solvable. So, she had to go to Suncrest University.
Claire Wentworth looked at Alexandre Montfort sincerely. "I know my current skills are not good enough. But if I can get into the Department of Medicine at Suncrest University, Young Master Montfort, I'm sure I can find a way to cure you. So, please, help me and help yourself too, okay?"
The soft and waxy voice made Alexandre Montfort's heart soften, and he nodded immediately. "I'll make the arrangements."
"Thank you, Young Master Montfort." Claire Wentworth immediately beamed with a big smile.
Who said Young Master Montfort was difficult to get along with? He was actually very nice. Not only did he stand firmly by her side when she had a confrontation with Victoire Wentworth, but he was also so easy - going and always responsive to requests. Claire Wentworth silently praised him in her heart and vowed once again that she would cure him no matter what.
After the meal, the two of them returned to Alexandre Montfort's room together. As soon as they entered, Claire Wentworth's phone rang. It was actually the chubby bank manager.
Claire Wentworth apologized to Alexandre Montfort, then turned around and went out to answer the phone. The chubby manager reported obsequiously, "Miss Wentworth, just now Antoine Wentworth called me and asked about the safe. I told him everything was fine. The safe is still in the bank and is perfectly secure."
"Good job." Claire Wentworth replied.
The chubby manager immediately grinned. "Thank you for your recognition, Miss Wentworth. I will definitely serve you more attentively."
"Then you've worked hard."
The chubby manager quickly responded, "Not at all, not at all. Well, I won't disturb you anymore, Miss Wentworth. Goodbye."
After hanging up the phone, the chubby manager wiped his face. He was glad that he was smart enough to check Alexandre Montfort, Claire Wentworth's husband, in a timely manner. And then he was shocked. Before, he thought this Alexandre Montfort was just someone with the same name as the third young master of The Montfort family. After all, everyone knew that the third young master of The Montfort family was paralyzed in bed. Who would have thought it was actually him. The third young master of The Montfort family was the big boss of their bank. That meant Claire Wentworth was actually his boss's wife. My goodness. He had actually colluded with outsiders to embezzle the boss's wife's things. Was he crazy?
As soon as he found out about this, the chubby manager decided to cling tightly to the boss's wife's thigh. Only by holding on tight enough could he extricate himself from the inheritance dispute of The Wentworth family in the future.
After the call ended, Claire Wentworth put away her phone. It seemed that Damian Wentworth should have been sent to the hospital. Otherwise, Antoine Wentworth wouldn't have had the time to care about the bank safe. But why was he paying attention to the safe at this time? Was he afraid that she would find out about the existence of the safe? Or was there something else happening that made him urgently need to use the things in the safe?