“I'm fine!"

Although Rosalynn reassured Barlow, a lingering fear from the incident still gripped her.

She had not expected Brylee to resort to pouring acid on her.

“That's good to hear, but I'm not okay," Barlow responded, his face growing paler as he groaned in pain, his knees threatening to give way.

Rosalynn's face drained of color once again. Shifting his body to the side, she finally noticed the extent of his injuries.

Several areas on Barlow's coat, both on his arm and back, had been burnt, revealing exposed skin that was now bleeding.

The wounds appeared severe.

“Hang on for just a moment. I'LL bring you to the hospital," Rosalynn declared, urgency filling her voice.

Barlow chuckled as he Looked at Rosalynn's serious expression, feigning a sense of relaxation.

“Aren't you a doctor? You can help me treat it," he teased.

"No! We're going to the hospital right now," Rosalynn insisted firmly, offering assistance as she helped him into the car.

Slumped in discomfort in the passenger seat, Barlow continued, “Are you worried that Brian will misunderstand?"

“Stop talking nonsense!" Rosalynn retorted as she started the car and shifted gears to drive.

It wasn't because she was concerned about Brian's misconceptions but because the hospital was nearby.

“Ah, it hurts. Why don't you keep talking to divert my attention?"

Barlow groaned, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. However, he maintained a playful smile.

Rosalynn cast a brief glance at Barlow and offered a sincere response.

"I apologize for dragging you into this, but I truly appreciate you saving me earlier."

“If you want to show your gratitude, how about becoming my girlfriend?"

Barlow proposed with a mischievous grin.

Rosalynn accelerated, skillfully navigating through the busy streets.

“No way.”