Her Desperate Cries Were Nothing To Him

Percival held Eulalia's cold hand, applying the medicine gently, treating someone with such care for the first time in his life.

If anyone who knew him saw this scene, they would undoubtedly be shocked. Who was Percival? Mentioning his name would usually lead to thoughts of arrogance and haughtiness. And yet, here he was, kneeling before a woman, applying medicine to her wound, and that woman was someone he had despised.

Percival didn't even notice his own actions, and Eulalia seemed soulless. Only the nurse noticed the harmony between them, a harmony that seemed impenetrable. Rumors had claimed their relationship was broken, but this scene told a different story.

Indeed... one should never trust rumors online.

Percival had never tended to anyone before, let alone with such meticulous care. He applied the medicine and wrapped the wound with gauze.

Afraid that Eulalia might collapse again, he fastened her seatbelt before moving behind to push the wheelchair.

The nurse hesitated for a m