The Divorcee Amazed the World

The glass door was a bit hard to push. Helena managed to open a crack and used her left hand to push it open with force, leaning against the doorframe.

Suddenly, a figure rushed over from outside, forcefully banging the door open with a loud bang.

Helena tried to pull her hand back, but it was too late.

A searing pain radiated from her fingertips.

The pain was so intense that she was on the verge of passing out.

Her legs trembled, and she couldn’t stand. She squatted on the ground, holding her left hand. Tears streamed down her face.

Four fingers on her left hand visibly swelled, the finger bones seemed to be broken, blood oozing out and dripping onto the ground, bright red and chilling.

In a daze, she heard someone apologizing, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” The voice was harsh, belonging to a woman wearing a yellow food delivery uniform and a motorcycle helmet.

She took a stack of money from her bag and placed it by Helena’s feet. “This money is for your medical expenses. I have urgent matters to attend to; I’ll contact you later, okay?”

Helena was in too much pain to speak.

She tearfully looked at her own hand.

Her hand, the hand she had worked tirelessly with, day and night, diligently for nearly twenty years, inheriting the skills of her grandfather and five generations of ancestors.

Her hand, which she had always considered more important than her life.

And now it was ruined.

She trembled all over, her face pale, her eyes filled with sorrow, so desperate.

When the owner of the restaurant heard the commotion and came over, the person who had hurt Helena was long gone.

The owner drove her to the hospital.

After stopping the bleeding and undergoing an X-ray, Willis arrived.

Dressed in a high-end suit with a tie, he had left a third of the way through a meeting after receiving a call about Helena’s injury, leaving his subordinates to handle things, and rushed over in haste.

Helena, supported by the restaurant owner, walked out of the radiology department.

A slender figure, unable to stand steadily, with red eyes and tears streaming down her face, she looked lost and disheartened.

Anyone who saw her would feel heartbroken.

Willis’s face was ugly. He stepped forward to take Helena, suppressing his anger, and asked the restaurant owner, “Who injured her? Where is the person?”

The owner, a woman in her forties, was a bit scared. Her voice trembled as she said, “According to the customers in the restaurant, it was a delivery person, and she has already run away.”

Willis gritted his teeth and instructed his assistant, “Go find her! Find that person for me!”

“Yes, Mr. Santana.” The assistant could sense that Willis’s emotions were reaching a critical point, on the verge of eruption. He dared not delay and immediately led the team to investigate.

The restaurant owner, not daring to waste time, hurriedly followed the assistant to the store to cooperate in checking the surveillance footage.

The X-ray results would take a while, so Willis helped Helena to a chair, cradling her with extreme care. It was as if he held a fragile baby.

Helena continued to tremble, her hands and feet ice-cold.

With one hand, Willis unbuttoned his suit, took it off, and draped it over her. Holding her tightly, he rested his chin on her head, his expression stern.

When the X-ray results came out, Willis brought them to the doctor.

After seeing the X-ray, the doctor informed Willis that Helena’s middle finger and ring finger were fractured and needed to be cut open for surgery and realignment.

Willis arranged for the best orthopedic surgeon, Dr. Bai, to perform the operation.

A little over an hour later, the surgery was completed.

After the observation period, Helena was transferred to a hospital room, her fingers swollen like carrots. Her broken fingers were splinted, and she needed intravenous fluids.

Her condition was very poor; she remained silent, lying like a wooden figure, her eyes full of despair as if the sky had collapsed.

Willis, his face solemn, watched her for a while. He took a towel, dipped it in warm water, and gently wiped her face. After wiping, he fed her porridge and medicine.

Helena obediently drank the porridge and took the medicine but remained silent.

Around eight in the evening, the person who had injured Helena was caught.

The assistant approached Willis and whispered something to him.

The more Willis listened, the colder his expression became. At the end of the conversation, he clenched his jaw, and his brow twitched with anger several times.

He took a few deep breaths to calm his emotions.

Bending down, he said to Helena, “I’m going out for a moment. I’ll be back soon.”