Chapter 921 She is His Destiny

In the room, Freya repeatedly emphasized that she was fine, but Bradley still couldn't relax and insisted on helping her bandage the wound. "I'm really fine, just a minor injury." Seeing the man's anxious expression, Freya felt helpless. However, the man ignored her and furrowed his brows, using scissors to cut the fabric next to the wound, then cleaning the bloodstains with cotton. Although the wound was not deep, it was quite long, and improper handling would definitely leave scars. "Hiss~" Suddenly, a sharp pain struck. Freya couldn't help but inhale sharply, grabbing the man's arm tightly and hoarsely saying, "Husband, be gentle, it hurts." It was as though he was rubbing salt on her wound, causing her to break out in a cold sweat. "Do you know pain now?" The man's movements were not gentle, his face stern as he said, "The wound is a foot long, as a doctor you should know that a wound of this size requires stitches." But this woman was only concerned about others, not car