Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 475:

“I’ll give it another shot!”

Rachel wore a white undershirt beneath her outer clothing. The realization struck her—if the doctor cut it off, she would have no choice but to wear only her jacket afterward. The thought of being in just her underwear and jacket, especially in Andres’s presence, sent a wave of discomfort through her.noveldrama

“Let me help you,” the doctor offered, stepping forward with practiced confidence.

“Thank you.”

Despite having anticipated that Rachel’s injuries were severe, the doctor gasped when she finally saw them directly.

Several vivid lash marks crisscrossed Rachel’s back. The assailant had clearly exerted tremendous force with each strike. Some areas bloomed bright red with bruising, while others had split open, revealing raw, shocking wounds beneath the torn skin.

“These are whip marks!” the doctor declared, her voice filled with certainty.

She asked abruptly, “Do you need me to call the police for you?”

Rachel froze momentarily before quickly composing herself. “Thank you for your concern, but I believe you’ve misunderstood. The person who brought me here is my friend. These wounds weren’t inflicted by him.”

The doctor, assuming Rachel was concealing the truth, began advocating earnestly. “Many domestic violence victims instinctively protect their abusers. But you needn’t worry. Your injuries are clear evidence. I can help secure a medical assessment and testify on your behalf. Domestic violence follows a pattern. If it happens once, it will likely recur. Excusing this behavior now only ensures greater suffering later.”

The doctor remained convinced that Rachel had suffered domestic abuse and equally certain that Andres was the perpetrator.

Rachel could only smile ruefully while repeatedly clarifying, “It truly isn’t like that. He and I are merely friends.”

𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝗀ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀꞉ⅽ𝗈𝗆

“Then how did you sustain these injuries? Whip marks this severe don’t appear accidentally. Someone deliberately inflicted this harm.”

The doctor’s persistence caught Rachel off guard, leaving her struggling to explain the circumstances.

Her hesitation only reinforced the doctor’s conviction that she was indeed a victim of abuse, too frightened to speak out for fear of retaliation.

“I’ll disinfect the wounds first. This might cause considerable pain, so please prepare yourself.”

“Okay.”

When the disinfectant touched her broken skin, the pain seared through her with shocking intensity. Yet Rachel clenched her teeth, refusing to make a sound. No matter how excruciating the sensation became, she simply tightened her fists and furrowed her brows deeply.

“If it hurts, you may cry out. It’s perfectly acceptable. No one can truly endure pain silently.”

“It’s fine. I… I can manage this.”

Though the discomfort was severe, it paled in comparison to the agony she had endured during her illness episodes. She had weathered those moments alone, gritting her teeth and persevering. There was no reason to display vulnerability now.

“I wouldn’t have expected someone with your delicate frame to possess such remarkable pain tolerance. Have you frequently endured injuries?” the doctor inquired casually.

“Somewhat frequently.”

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