Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor)
Chapter 79 I Just Want You to Be Well

Chapter 79 I Just Want You to Be Well

Eric wanted to say something, but Aiden stepped forward and blocked him at the door, giving him a cold yet polite smile.

"Mr. Smith..."

The people around him were at a loss.

Eric stood there, feeling unwilling but helpless.

Oliver and Caleb had been hiding in the dark. They saw Eric stamp his foot and leave with a grim expression.

Once they were sure he wouldn't return, Oliver rushed out with quick steps but was pulled back forcefully by Caleb.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to check on Noah!"

"Don't go." Caleb's eyes darkened. "Stella and that doctor will be enough!"

Oliver became anxious.

Caleb patted his shoulder and chuckled. "If you really want to help Noah, let's investigate that guy named Eric." Oliver's eyes flickered before he vigorously nodded and quickly followed Caleb out of the venue.

Liam slowly opened his eyes, greeted by a vast expanse of white.

The room was filled with the scent of medicine, and in a daze, he heard the intermittent cries of a woman.

His heart tightened, and he immediately tried to sit up, but a gentle hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"Don't move!" Stella's voice was tearful. "You're covered in injuries. You need to rest."

Liam looked up at her.

He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but the feeling of not being able to see her made it feel like centuries had passed.

And now she was in front of him again.

He held her hand and used his thumb to caress the back of her hand as usual. Her delicate face looked even thinner now, and her complexion was pale. Her eyes were swollen, evoking a sense of pity. "Honey..."

"Did you forget our three rules?" Stella said anxiously, tears streaming down her face.

"I told you not to push yourself so hard. It doesn't matter if you win or lose. I just want you to be fine. Have you forgotten all of this?"

Liam smiled faintly.

How could she know why he had stood motionless on stage, allowing his opponent to strike him?

"I'm sorry for making you worry," he said hoarsely. "Once I recover, I'll stand on the balcony and give you my boxing gloves. You can treat me as a punching bag and hit me as hard as you want until you feel relieved."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Stella sniffed and glared at him reproachfully.

She dipped a cotton swab in water and gently moistened his lips. Carefully observing the IV drip, she then peeled an apple into small pieces and fed him bit by bit.

But she didn't allow him to get out of bed and move around.

Liam was aware of his physical condition, and such minor injuries didn't render him completely immobile.

He just deeply enjoyed the tenderness and care Stella showed him, cherishing her annoyance and tears for his sake.

No matter what she did, his deep gaze always followed her.

His actions made Stella shy.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" She pouted. "Are you unhappy with my care? Do you think you have the right to get yourself injured like this..."

"No," he paused, "did I let you down?"

"What?"

"I lost the game and was beaten like this in front of everyone. Don't you think it's embarrassing?"

"You..." Stella stared at him with her bright eyes.

Her gaze held blame and concern, but not embarrassment.

"Why would you think that way?" She said in a gentle voice. "It's just a match. What's the big deal? Even if you become the world champion, you're still my husband, and even if you have no fame or fortune... "You're still my husband!"

Liam's heart skipped a beat.

"Can you take my words seriously?" Stella looked at him. "I've said it so many times. I just want you to be well! As for other things, I don't care at all!

"Just stay well!"

Stella, who was usually gentle, rarely wore such an unreasonable expression.

But Liam liked it very much.

He quietly watched her, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It was a rare, pure smile in his life.

For a moment, he even itched to tell her his true identity.

She said that no matter what, he was her husband.

If she knew that he wasn't Liam but Noah, would she still consider him her husband?

He took a deep breath and suppressed this impulse.

The struggle with Christopher was difficult and prolonged, like a boxing match with an uncertain outcome.

Before everything became clear, he couldn't let her get involved in this mess.

"Honey," he held her hand in his palm and smiled gently, "believe me, I will win next time."

Stella was taken aback.

"This is my promise to you." Liam's expression was solemn. "I will do it."

"Mm." She smiled too, oblivious to the hidden meaning behind his words.

After the intravenous drip was completed, Stella turned around and called for a nurse to come in.

Liam noticed his phone lighting up.

His eyes darkened, and when Stella came in, he asked her softly, "Honey, is there anything to eat?"

"Are you hungry?" Stella looked at the clock. "Dr. Johnson said you should have liquid food. How about this? I'll go home and make some oatmeal for you. I'll be back soon." "Okay." Liam nodded lightly.

Stella then hurried home.

Not long after she left, Oliver and Caleb cautiously stuck their heads out from outside the hospital room.

Liam snorted, and only then did the two men enter with laughter.

"Noah, were you trying to scare us?"

Liam glanced at them and smiled.

"The injuries aren't severe. What's there to be afraid of? That person's fists and kicks aren't even as strong as my former sparring partners."

"But even if the injuries aren't severe, they're still injuries!" Caleb expressed his concern. "Don't forget, you still have the old injuries from the plane crash..."

Aiden pushed the door open and came in to check on Liam. Confirming that he was fine, the doctor gave him some instructions.

He saw Oliver and Caleb and nodded at them. After Aiden walked away, Oliver sneered disdainfully.

"So, that's the Mythosian doctor?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Caleb winked at him. "Dr. Johnson helped Noah a lot when he was recuperating in that village!"

"But we can't rule out the possibility!" Oliver was now on high alert. "What if he's also someone sent by Christopher?" Liam's eyes froze. "Did you replace out anything?"

"Noah, we investigated Eric, not Dr. Johnson. Don't listen to Oliver's nonsense!"

Caleb cleared his throat and lowered his voice. "Well, we did some investigation, and Eric does seem suspicious. Part of the funding source for his company is from the Martinez Group, but it's well concealed. Ordinary people won't be able to replace it. Perhaps even your grandfather doesn't know!"

Liam's fists tightened slightly.

"I guess he appeared at the competition venue that day to investigate you. After you were injured and taken backstage, he wanted to follow, but luckily, Stella stopped him!"

"It's because you look so much like Liam that you could take his place." Caleb continued, "I think even if Eric realizes something, as long as Christopher doesn't personally recognize you, he wouldn't dare say anything."

"Heh, Oliver doesn't have time to come to Eldoria!" Oliver smirked. "He's busy badmouthing you in front of your grandfather!"

Liam frowned. "What did he say this time?"