Chapter 821 - 818: Injured

Chapter 821: Chapter 818: Injured

Clara Grant went upstairs and found Mason Holden’s ward. Peering through the glass window, she spotted him and his assistant inside, just as she had expected.

Taking off her mask and sunglasses, she rapped on the wood. KNOCK KNOCK. Then, she pushed the door open and walked in.

The two men inside froze for a moment. Mason was the first to react, calling out, "Clara!"

His assistant, Lee, also stood up and greeted her. Once Clara walked over to the bed, Mason continued, "Clara, you’re hurt. Why did you come to see me instead of going home to rest?"

He craned his neck to look toward the door. Seeing no one else, he asked, "Did you come to the hospital alone? Where’s Hailey?"

Instead of rushing to answer, Clara leaned in and carefully examined Mason’s complexion. "Hailey came with me," she finally replied. "But since I’m fine, I told her to go home."

Straightening up, she smiled. "From the looks of it, you’re fine too."

"Of course I am. I’m full of energy now," Mason said, raising an eyebrow.

"You might be full of energy now, but I wonder who it was that fainted at the sight of a little blood earlier," Clara couldn’t help but tease.

"Clara," Mason complained, "I just have hemophobia. You don’t have to rub it in, do you?"

Clara burst into laughter. "Alright, alright, I’ll stop. But since you’re so energetic, why are you still in the hospital?"

Mason glared at Lee. "It’s all Lee’s fault. He kept saying it was ’just to be safe’ and insisted I stay for observation. It was just a fainting spell. Once I woke up, I was perfectly fine. What is there to observe?"

Lee flashed an awkward smile but didn’t argue. Instead, he walked over and pulled up a chair for Clara. "Have a seat, Clara."

"Thank you." Clara sat down and smiled. "Lee is just looking out for you. Besides, there’s no harm in staying at the hospital a little longer."

Mason’s gaze fell on Clara’s forehead. "How is the wound on your head? Are you okay?"

"I’m fine. It’s just a scratch."

"Just a scratch? If you’re not careful, it’ll leave a scar. A scar on a woman’s forehead is not a good look." Clara might not have cared, but Mason was far more worried than she was.

"So what if it leaves a scar? I’m already spoken for anyway," Clara joked.

"Being spoken for by a man like that isn’t exactly something to celebrate, is it?" Mason curled his lip. "If he hadn’t broken your heart, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt in the first place."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a few dry coughs echoed in the room. Mason turned to look at the visibly awkward Lee and frowned. "What? Is your throat sore? Drink more hot water!"

Lee fell completely silent.

Clara was equally speechless. She had only ever heard girls complain about their boyfriends telling them to "drink hot water" no matter what ailed them. As it turned out, some men would even tell other men to drink hot water!

Lee was extremely embarrassed. He had only coughed to remind Mason that it wasn’t a good idea to badmouth the CEO right in front of the CEO’s wife. Furthermore, he didn’t believe for a second that Mason had misunderstood him; the guy was deliberately twisting his intentions.

Giving another uncomfortable cough, Lee parted his lips, about to say something, when the ward door was pushed open again.

Looking up, Lee saw the newcomer and immediately looked as if a massive weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He greeted the man respectfully. "Sir."