Chapter 112 You Don't Have to Protect Me Anymore

Chloe needed five stitches for her arm injury. For her, that barely counted as an injury. Back when she'd served in the special forces, getting hurt had been part of the routine. Once the doctor finished stitching her up, she changed into a fresh set of clothes. "You'll stay for observation today. If everything looks good, you can go home tomorrow," the doctor said, handing over a prescription. The Steele family was one of the shareholders in the hospital, so Chloe was directly put in a VIP ward. She honestly thought this was nothing—a bullet had only grazed her arm and hadn't even hit her. Yet, Brian treated her like a piece of fragile glass and was determined to shield her from the slightest harm. Staring at the row of doctors, nurses, and caretakers in front of her bed, she was at a loss for words. "Send them out," she said. "I'm not used to having so many people around me." "But your wound—" "If I feel unwell, I'll ring for a nurse," she said. "Besides, you're here too.