Chapter 821

The Terrible Wound

Gloria smiled and said casually, “Who knows?”

“How dare he! I can’t believe it!”

Gloria snickered and said nothing more. Nydia couldn’t help laughing. “They must be in a bad mood.
They hate your guts and have been trying so hard to kill you, but now there is nothing they can do.”

Nydia saw through their attempts. If Gloria was killed, Jordy would not go easy on them anymore.

Without Gloria’s efforts to benefit the Collins Group, there will be no need for the White Group to exist!

Gloria smiled slightly, “My darling, you’re so smart.”

“Of course I’m, as a reflection of you.”

Gloria laughed, “And I’m a reflection of you, sweetie.”

That was what Jordy heard when he walked in. His face dropped and his sharp eyes fell on the door of
Gloria’s room.

Nydia had her back to the door, and somehow, an involuntary shiver ran down her spine.

Why do I feel so cold…?

Nydia subconsciously gathered her clothes around her and mumbled, “How come it’s getting cold?”

Gloria gave Nydia a strange look. “It’s your delusion.”

“Huh? My delusion? But I really feel cold…” muttered Nydia, somewhat flurried. She then looked at



Gloria. “Make sure you wrap up warm. You can’t have any more health problems. The doctor will be
here soon to change your dressing.”

“Okay, but I don’t feel cold,” Gloria smiled.

After Jordy arrived, he neither just walked away nor went back to the bedroom. Instead, he seated
himself on the couch in the living room.

Gloria and Nydia were chattering and laughing, unaware of his presence out there.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Nydia immediately said, “It must be the doctor. I’ll get the door!”

Gloria smiled with a nod, “Okay.”

Nydia started for the door and opened it to see Jordy standing right before her eyes. She stood stock–
still looking at him. When did he get back?

Then Nydia turned to Gloria and mouthed, “Jordy’s here!”

Gloria’s eyes flickered toward the bedroom door.

But she didn’t catch a glimpse of the suite’s main door.

Soon, the doctor’s voice came from outside the room. “Mr. Collins, I’m here to change the dressing.”

This was the doctor who had treated Gloria’s wounds before.

Jordy didn’t respond. Nydia said, “There you are, doctor.”

Flattered by her sudden pleasantries, the doctor bobbed his head.

Gloria came out of the bedroom, smiled at the doctor, and sat down on the couch in the living room.



Gloria was wearing a baggy coat open over a shirt on backwards. Nydia unbuttoned Gloria’s shirt,
revealing the wound on the back.

Jordy stood there silently. His mouth tightened into a thin line when he was looking at Gloria’s pale,
smooth back wrapped in gauze.

The doctor walked over to Gloria and asked with concern, “Ma’am, are you experiencing any
discomfort besides the pain?”

“No.”

“Alright.”

After opening the medical kit and disinfecting his hands, the doctor proceeded to treat Gloria’s wound.


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