On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 143: If My Future Wife Isn’t Her...

I glanced nervously at Eugene Forrest. His eyes were wide with fury, and terrified he would strike Sebastian Forrest again, I quickly moved to shield him.

I knew it was a futile gesture, but I couldn’t care about that right now.

But Eugene Forrest just kept his fiery gaze locked on Sebastian Forrest, making no further move.

Just as the tension reached a stalemate, Catherine Bennett spoke, breaking the silence.

"Eugene Forrest, who our son likes and who he wants to be with is his business. Neither you nor I have any right to interfere!"

Eugene Forrest ground his teeth. "He’s *my* son! If his name wasn’t Forrest, I wouldn’t care who he marries!" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Fine."

At that moment, Sebastian Forrest, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly spoke.

"What?" Eugene Forrest didn’t register it at first. He was stunned for a second before his expression darkened. He practically spat the words through clenched teeth, "Do you have any idea what you’re saying?"

Sebastian Forrest looked up at Eugene Forrest, his gaze resolute and sharp. "I don’t have to be named Forrest..."

"But if my future wife isn’t her..." Sebastian Forrest turned to look at me, a faint smile gracing his lips. "Then what’s the use of my name being Forrest?"

"Good! Good! Fine!" Eugene Forrest repeated, laughing out of sheer rage. "What do you think gave you everything you have now?"

"Wealth, status, connections! That all comes from being born into the Forrest Family! Without it, what are you?!"

Sebastian Forrest scoffed. "Then let’s see."

Eugene Forrest pointed a finger at Sebastian Forrest, his entire body trembling with rage.

The bodyguards, standing in two rows, were so terrified they hardly dared to breathe. Not one of them dared to fan the flames at a moment like this.

"Fine. We’ll see how long you can keep up this tough talk!"

With that, Eugene Forrest stormed off in a huff. The two lines of bodyguards followed him out, and in an instant, the office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"You... Your wound is still bleeding. Let’s go to the hospital..." I held Sebastian Forrest’s arm, feeling my eyes grow moist. My heart ached terribly, but I didn’t know what to say.

"It’s nothing. I have thick skin. Don’t worry." Sebastian Forrest managed a smile and gave my hand a gentle squeeze.

I instantly lost control of my tears, and they began to fall one after another.

"All right, stop pretending you’re fine. Go to the hospital and get that treated." At that moment, Catherine Bennett suddenly spoke, her brow slightly furrowed.

I nodded eagerly at her words and looked at Sebastian Forrest, my gaze intense. "I’ll go with you."

Sebastian Forrest relented with a sigh of resignation, then used his finger to wipe the tears from my face. "Okay, stop crying. If you keep crying, my wound is going to start hurting."

I frantically wiped away my tears. "I’m not crying..."

"Right, you’re not crying. You just got sand in your eye, right?"

’I can’t believe he still has the energy to bicker with me at a time like this.’

"Just stop talking. I’m taking you to the hospital."

Sebastian Forrest didn’t object this time, forcing his body upright to walk out with me.

But before we had taken more than a few steps, we heard Catherine Bennett speak in an aloof tone, "I won’t be going with you. I have to catch a flight. Take care of yourself."

Sebastian Forrest’s steps faltered for a moment, but he didn’t say a word. His grip on my hand just tightened slightly before he resumed walking toward the exit.

I glanced back instinctively. Catherine Bennett was standing stock-still, her features frosty, as if she were congenitally indifferent to everything.

I couldn’t help but look away, a sharp pang in my heart. I quickly held on to Sebastian Forrest’s arm even tighter.

’I don’t know what kind of environment Sebastian Forrest grew up in, but after seeing his harsh, cutting father and his cold, detached mother today...’

’Even with the affection of elders like his grandparents, he was still a child unloved by his own father and mother.’

’While other children were cuddling in their parents’ arms, throwing cute tantrums, he probably rarely even saw his own parents’ faces...’

’Parents like that...’

’...are worse than having none at all.’

Soon, I helped Sebastian Forrest into the car. I was so afraid of aggravating his wounds that I hardly dared to touch him. I could only instruct Henry Paxton to drive as steadily as possible to minimize any jolts and keep him comfortable.

Since Henry Paxton had called Jude Miller at the hospital in advance, we saw Jude waiting at the entrance in his white lab coat when we arrived. The moment the car came to a stop, he rushed over and pulled open the door.

When he saw Sebastian Forrest’s injuries, even the experienced Jude Miller drew in a sharp breath. "Damn, your old man really did a number on you!"

"Cut the crap!" Sebastian Forrest frowned. "Get over here and help."

Jude Miller laughed, exasperated, but still supported Sebastian Forrest with a look of resignation, carefully helping him out of the car.

Jude Miller led us directly to a treatment room in the surgical ward. Thanks to the advance notice, everything was prepared and ready.

Just as a nurse was about to step forward and help Sebastian Forrest take off his shirt, he raised a hand to stop her. He then frowned at Jude Miller. "You do it."

Jude Miller was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a look of feigned delight. "Fine, fine, fine. I’ll do it."

Then, he turned to the accompanying doctor and nurse with a beaming smile. "Thank you for your trouble. I’ll take it from here. You can all step out for now."

As the others left, I stood by Sebastian Forrest, hesitating, unsure whether I should leave or stay.

At that moment, just as Jude Miller was about to remove Sebastian Forrest’s shirt to treat the wounds, Sebastian suddenly sucked in a sharp breath. "HISS... Gentle! You’re so rough! Do you even know what you’re doing?"

Jude Miller laughed in exasperation. "I can’t do it? Fine, then let someone who can!"

"Dr. Miller..." I quickly tried to play peacemaker. "Senior Forrest’s wounds are hurting. He’s just in a bad mood, that’s why he..."

But Jude Miller waved his hand. "Miss Joyce, you do it. Help get this guy’s shirt off. Otherwise, with all these injuries, there’s no way to apply the medicine."

I nodded quickly and instinctively reached for the buttons on Sebastian Forrest’s shirt.

I didn’t think anything of it at first. It was only when I had undone all the buttons and was about to help Sebastian Forrest remove his shirt that it belatedly dawned on me what I was doing.

Sebastian Forrest was sitting on a stool, looking up at me. Although I was half a head taller than him in this position, I felt an intense pressure when our eyes met his, which were as deep and dark as ink.

His eyes were fixed on me, bright yet holding a distinctly masculine, predatory intensity.

Not to mention his open shirt, which revealed a lean, solid chest, marred by injuries...