Chapter 223

"I'm fine now," Theodore said quickly, clearly itching to prove he was up and ready. But the second he tried to move, he accidentally pulled at his wound, and the sharp pain instantly twisted his expression. Victoria rushed forward, looking worried. Earlier when she pressed near the wound, she'd barely dared to use any strength—just wanted to remind him not to mess around. But now? Just one move and it flared up like that... it had to hurt bad. She knew his tolerance. If it wasn't serious, he'd never show it on his face. "What happened? Let me see—did it tear open?" she asked anxiously, already reaching to lift his shirt. The injury was on his waist, so she had to pull his clothes up a bit to check. When she saw there was no blood, she finally let out a breath. "Okay, good. No bleeding—looks like the wound's still in place," she said as she looked at him. "Still hurt a lot?" "It does," Theodore answered, very simply. "I'll call the doctor then," Victoria said and started to head out. B