PopularNovelChapter 1441: Out of sight, out of mind.
Elly Campbell picked up the iodine solution to disinfect his wound. When she looked at his injury again, the flesh torn by tree branches was far more severe than hers-so much so that even the bone was visible.
"This wound can't just be bandaged. It needs stitches." "Alright." Ethan White gazed at Elly Campbell intensely, replying softly.
In the gentle depths of his eyes, there was a faint trace of a smile, so tender that it felt as if no matter what Elly did, he could tolerate it all.
This scene made Adam Jones's eyes sting even more.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis gaze fell on Elly, observing her furrowed brow as she focused on Ethan's wound. Even a perfectly ordinary expression, in Adam's eyes, could be interpreted as worry and nervousness.
The more Adam watched, the more piercing the sight became, and the chill around him grew steadily heavier. The taut line of his jaw tightened further. The man who would normally lower his head and apologize when things went awry was now standing stone-faced, refusing to say a word, nor willing to step forward and help.
He simply stood there coldly, watching Elly take a needle from the medical kit and skillfully stitch Ethan's wound. The scene not only stung Adam but also unconsciously reminded him of the twhen he had injured his forehead. Back then, she had furrowed her brow in the sway while stitching up his wound.
He even began to wonder, against his will, whether his wife now felt the skind of tense unease she had felt for him while tending to Ethan.
The thought of receiving the streatment as an outsider like Ethan spilled Adam's jealousy all over again. Deciding that out of sight meant out of mind, he steeled himself to ignore the wound on Elly's arm and strode off toward the cockpit.
Elly didn't notice the shift around her and continued focusing on stitching Ethan's wound.
Though there was no anesthetic, this small pain from the stitching barely counted as anything for Ethan.
Instead, he had enough spare focus to keep an eye on Adam.
Watching Adam storm off to the cockpit with a dark expression, Ethan's lips subtly curved upward, a trace of smug satisfaction lacing his gaze.
In the cockpit, the two pilots noticed Adam walking in and were momentarily stunned. When they heard him instruct them to switch places so he could take over flying the helicopter, they were downright shocked.
Adam did hold a pilot's license, and flying a small helicopter was no challenge for him.
The pilots, seeing that he wasn't joking, ceded their positions to him.
Seated at the controls, Adam piloted the helicopter with maneuvers resembling an intense fighter jet dogfight: plunging and climbing in drastic motions. Unprepared, as Elly was about to plunge the needle into Ethan's skin, the abrupt jolt caused her to graze his hand instead, leaving a visible cut on the back of it.
"Hiss-" Ethan tically hissed in pain, his gaze subtly shifting toward the cockpit with sthought behind it.
The cockpit and the passenger area weren't closed off, so Ethan naturally realized the one piloting now was Adam Jones.
Frowning slightly, Ethan couldn't help thinking whether Adam was om intentionally trying to mess with him E and his injuries. Elly knew Adam was sulking at her right now, but she didn't linger on the matter as much as Ethan did.
She steadied her arm again and resumed stitching Ethan's wounds. ΟΠ Just as she finished one and was about to move on to the next, the helicopter landed on a clearing near the disaster relief site.
Her needle had just pierced Ethan's arm when Adam strode over, om grabbed hold of her arm, and pulled E her toward the cabin door. "There are medical personnel here to take care of him. You don't need to do this yourself."
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