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Chapter 10 No Comparison, No Equal Treatment

"When they arrived at the parking lot, he placed her down on the passenger seat.

He took out a box of unopened burn ointment from the glove compartment.

His eyelashes drooped, and his thin lips were tightly pressed. A surge of emotions rolled in his ink-colored eyes.

Sebastian opened the medicine box and squeezed the milky white cream onto his fair and slender fingers. Then, he gently applied the ointment to Joyce's instep.

There was a hint of an inscrutable expression between his eyebrows. He saw Joyce's pain. Her delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and her lips turned pale from biting. Her were fingers curled tightly.

Sebastian's grip on her fingers weakened.

He applied the ointment to all the swollen areas. Then, he raised his gaze, his eyes dark and unclear as he looked at Joyce.

Sebastian chuckled lightly and said, "You're so foolish, are you sure you can survive without me?"

He stood up straight and threw the ointment he held into Joyce's arms. "Apply it morning and night. Don't get it wet for the next two days, or it will leave scars. Don't come crying to me if that happens."

Joyce lowered her eyes, her voice devoid of any emotion. "Whether I can survive or not, I'll find out when I try."

Sebastian looked at her stubborn face and snorted in anger.

"Joyce, if you want to throw a tantrum, go ahead, but why involve Isabella? Don't you know she has depression? I've told you, she can't threaten you, why don't you believe me?"

The sense of gratitude that had just ignited in Joyce instantly dissipated, and her gaze turned icy as she looked at Sebastian.

A mocking smile appeared on her face.

"Sebastian, I'll say it again, I didn't touch her. She deliberately fell down herself, just to frame and accuse me. If you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance footage."

Sebastian looked up at her. "I'm not that foolish. Isabella has a clotting disorder, and she has a rare blood type. She's losing too much blood now, and there's none in the blood bank. Go donate blood for her, and I guarantee the Vales won't come after you. This matter ends here."

If Joyce's heart had only been stung just now, it was now a heart-wrenching pain. It was an unbearable pain, so intense that she even forgot to breathe.

Sebastian wanted to take her to donate blood for Isabella, but she had just had a miscarriage last week. She was still recovering from the surgery due to excessive blood loss, taking care of her own body.

Joyce stared coldly at Sebastian, her black eyes filled with determination.

"Sebastian, what if I told you my body can't donate blood at all right now? What are you going to do? Are you going to force me to do it?"

Sebastian looked at her with cold eyes. "There's nothing wrong in your medical report, and donating 400CC won't have much impact on your body.

“Besides, Isabella is the Vale family's precious gem. Regardless of whether you are responsible or not, if the Vales get involved with the Blackwoods because of this, even I won't be able to intervene."

Joyce laughed at herself.

Sebastian only knew that Isabella was her father's precious gem, but what about her?

When she had her miscarriage and lost so much blood, he didn't even answer her calls.

Isabella only had a small cut, and he was so worried, even using the Blackwood family name to threaten her.

There was really no comparison, no equal treatment.

Joyce looked at Sebastian with a sad gaze.

"Sebastian, 400CC won't do much harm to my body, but what about 2000CC?"

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