Quick Wear: Child Bearing System

Chapter 12

The door closed behind Harriet, the moment she stepped inside the scene before her froze her in place.

Shen Wenyu was on the floor.

Blood stained his hands, dark and fresh, sticking to his fingers and slowly dripping down to the polished surface beneath him. Small shards of glass were scattered around him, some embedded near his palms, others crushed under his weight. His movements were slow, strained, as if every inch forward cost him effort he no longer had.

He was trying to push himself forward dragging his body across the cold floor. His injured hands left faint, uneven streaks behind him, marking his path in thin lines of red.

He was reaching for the table for the small button placed at its edge, he wanted to call his servants for help.

His arm trembled as he extended it. His fingers shook, curling and uncurling as if trying to hold onto strength that was already slipping away. His breathing was uneven, controlled only by sheer will. His body no longer carried the composed stillness she was used to seeing. The calm authority was gone, replaced by something raw and human.

He looked vulnerable and helpless as the sight struck her harder than she expected.

A tight ache formed in her chest, sharp and unfamiliar, as if something inside her had tightened without permission.

Without thinking, Harriet ran toward him.

“Shen Wenyu.”

Her voice cut through the heavy silence in the room. It wasn’t loud, but it carried urgency. She dropped to her knees in front of him her movement was quick and unhesitating.

Up close, everything became clearer.

His hands were cut open in multiple places. Some wounds were shallow, others deeper, with blood still slowly seeping from torn skin. His fingers were stained red, trembling slightly from pain and exhaustion. His sleeve was torn at the cuff, exposing a faint scrape along his wrist. A thin line of blood ran down the side of his cheek where a shard had grazed him earlier, now dried in parts, still fresh in others.

And yet—

His eyes were still sharp, he was still resisting even like this. Still refusing to break completely.

Harriet’s chest tightened again.

Something inside her shifted, uncomfortable and heavy. It wasn’t simple pity. It wasn’t just sympathy. It was deeper than that. Something that made it hard to breathe evenly, something that made her focus narrow only on him, how can anyone be this cruel.to treat someone like this she can't help but thought.

[Host there will be more cruel things you will know when you experience more of this World Dimensions as we travel, so please be mentally prepared.] She heard 227 reminder in her mind. But she didn't bother to respond and set her sights on Shen Wenyu.

As she reached out her hand moved before she could fully think it through. She caught his hand just before it could drag forward again toward the table.

“Let me help you,” she said. Her voice was steady, but it was not fully controlled. Her expression betrayed her.

Shen Wenyu was surprised to see Harriet right now. And when she held his hands he felt the warm of those small slender hands of her trying it's strength to help him.

Her brows were drawn slightly inward. Her eyes stayed fixed on him, not leaving his face for even a moment. There was concern there, clear and unhidden now. The corners of her eyes were faintly red, as if pressure had gathered there, as if she was the one holding back something painful.