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A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 402
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At the hospital, York sat forlornly in a wheelchair, his hands and feet wrapped in bandages, and a thick gauze

pad covering one cheek. He looked every bit the wounded child, pitiful and fragile.

Max had gone to pay the bills and pick up medication, while Alessia was off collecting the test results. The three

kids had been left in the hospital's children’s playroom, waiting for the adults to return.

By now, York's mood had settled. But when he remembered how both of them had seen him crying earlier, a

wave of embarrassment washed over him.

Luckily, Ivan was always sensitive to other people’s feelings, and Zane, being as boisterous as ever, didn’t seem

to care. Neither of them mentioned York's tears; instead, they hovered around, fussing over him with concern.

“Once you're better, I'll go track that guy down and bring him here so you can give him a proper beatdown! I'll

get revenge for you!” Zane thumped his chest with all the bravado of a loyal sidekick, looking so righteous that

York couldn't help but laugh at his outrageous suggestion.

“Yeah, right. Maybe try reading a law book first,” York shot back, rolling his eyes. He was mischievous, sure, but

he wasn’t about to break the law-even if, at their age, the consequences would be pretty minor.

The truth was, Tammie had dared to push him simply because she was mean-and because she knew the rules

wouldn't really touch her. That's why she'd done it so brazenly.

Zane pouted, clearly unwilling to let the matter drop just like that.

Ivan stayed quiet, the way he usually did, but York could sense something was off.

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“I'm fine now. You don’t have to worry, okay?” York's tone softened when he spoke to Ivan, a patience he didn’t

show with Zane.

Ivan nodded, forcing a smile, but it looked stiff and unconvincing.

“If you don’t believe me, I'll get up and show you a little dance!” York teased, starting to rise, only for Ivan to

press him firmly back into the wheelchair.

“York!” Ivan’s voice was sharp-firmer than York had ever heard. The sudden seriousness startled both boys.

“The doctor said if you don’t take care of yourself, you could end up with a lasting injury! This isn’t a joke!”

Ivan’s eyes glistened, rimmed with red. York couldn’t stand seeing him like this.

“Alright, alright, I'll stay put. Don’t be mad,” York muttered, tugging on Ivan’s sleeve in surrender-a rare moment

of compliance from him.

Somehow, their roles had reversed. York was supposed to be the one getting comforted, yet here he was, trying

to calm Ivan down.

“Your parents are out of town. Why don’t you cstay at my place for a while? I'll take care of you,” Ivan

offered, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I have a nanny at home, and anyway, how exactly are you going to take care of me? In the end, we'll just end

up bothering your mom,” York replied. He was young, but he wasn’t oblivious.

Sure, it was fine to stay over for a night or two, but this was a broken bone-a month at least. He'd feel bad

imposing for so long.

“Then I'll cover to your place. | can keep you company, tell you what you missed at school,” lyan insisted.

Just like when Ivan was sick with a fever and York had stubbornly insisted on visiting every day, keeping him

company and cheering him up, Ivan wanted to help ease York's pain now. “I want to ctoo!” Zane piped up,

waving his hand enthusiastically.

“Oh, give it a rest, you just want to mess around,” York shot back, his patience for Zane wearing thin.

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