Chapter 1093 Where Exactly Am I Inferior to Christopher
When Victor walked in, this was exactly the scene he saw.
Without hesitation, Victor used his medical expertise to bandage Raymond's hand.
Throughout the entire process, Raymond remained motionless and silent, as if the blood flowing from his palm wasn't his. Paul watched from the side, feeling somewhat distressed.
Paul was different from Raymond, who seemed to care deeply about women. For Paul, women had never held a significant place in his heart. Watching Raymond, Paul reminded himself to avoid getting emotionally involved in this lifetime. To Paul, women were merely a means of physical satisfaction; once he grew tired of one, he would simply move on to another. When the time was right, he would marry into another family.
A strategic alliance, with both families benefiting mutually, was the best choice for a mature man.
Dating a woman whose social status didn't match his own felt like charity work to Paul.
Paul would never do such a foolish thing.
By now, Raymond's hand was bandaged, wrapped in gauze, and Victor breathed a sigh of relief.
"Be more careful. If a shard had flown out and cut an artery, I would have had to save your life," he said.
The word "save" easily reminded people of William's death.
Afraid of touching on a sore subject, Victor quickly changed the topic. "This wine has an extraordinary aroma. Alex, how many years have you been saving this?"
"You have a good eye. It's a 1907 Blanc de Blancs Champagne. I never had the heart to drink it before," Alex replied.
He poured Raymond another glass and slowly pushed it over.
Raymond picked up the glass and took a sip.
Even with three people chatting beside him, Raymond still felt lonely, as if the emotion was seeping from his very core.novelbin
Raymond drank five glasses in a row, and by the time he realized it, he was already a bit tipsy.
Alex widened his eyes in surprise. Who drankBlanc de Blancs Champagne like that? What a waste of good wine.
The air conditioning was on in the room, and worried that Raymond might catch a cold, Alex brought over a blanket and covered him.
Raymond leaned back, slightly tilting his neck. Because of the alcohol, the corners of his eyes were flushed.
After a long while, Raymond called out, "Selena."
The room fell silent at once. This was the first thing Raymond had said all night.
Alex sighed, confirming that Raymond was drunk, and then gossiped with the other two.
"Can you believe it? When Selena left that day, she deliberately threw a box to Raymond, and inside it was a venomous snake," he said.
Among the
group, only Victor didn't harbor ill will towards Selena, so he asked, "Could it be that she didn't know there was a venomous snake inside?"
Recently, Victor had also heard the rumors in Silver Bay City and found them somewhat unbelievable. Weren't Selena and Raymond fine just a while ago? How did it suddenly escalate to family hatred? Alex sneered. "If her hand hadn't been on the dagger that stabbed Mr. William Montague, I might have thought so too. But these two incidents together clearly show she did it on purpose."
Of the three, only Paul knew about Selena and Christopher, but he couldn't say anything, so he felt stifled.
Paul used to be the best at keeping secrets, but this one was so shocking that he was distracted even while drinking and chatting.
Paul just thought Selena was truly wicked, deceiving someone's feelings like that.
She even acted so convincingly; no wonder Raymond fell for it.
Drunk, Raymond slowly opened his eyes, but everything was a blur. He just chuckled lightly at the ceiling."How am I any worse than Christopher?" he muttered, his voice hoarse and tinged with a hint of sadness.