Entering Grace Harris's room, the interior was bathed in a bright yellow hue, filled with all kinds of cartoon plushies, exquisite and adorable. Many of the plushies looked very unique and quirky, just like Grace Harris's personality—playful, mischievous, and with a hint of boldness.

The bathroom was in the corner of the room, separated by frosted glass, and inside came the sound of Grace Harris's moans.

"Grace Harris, are you okay?" Brian Carter hesitated for a moment and knocked on the bathroom door.

"I fell down, my feet are numb, I can't get up!" Grace Harris's voice was tinged with tears. Suddenly losing all feeling in her feet would make anyone feel terrified.

Brian Carter pushed the door and found it was locked from the inside.

"Can you put on a towel and open the door first?" Brian Carter said anxiously. Uncle Lin had done a lot for his family, so he felt obligated to take good care of Grace Harris. If anything happened to her, he really wouldn't know how to explain it to Uncle Lin.

"No, I can't reach it..." Grace Harris choked out, trying hard to get up, but her legs still had no feeling at all, which made her panic even more.

Saving her was urgent, so Brian Carter made a quick decision, shouted sternly, and gave the door a hard push. With a snap, the bathroom lock broke open.

Seeing Brian Carter come in, Grace Harris, who was sitting limply on the floor, froze for a moment. She hadn't expected Brian Carter to come in like that, let out a startled cry, and quickly tried to cover herself with her hands.

Brian Carter saw that the bathroom was a mess. Grace Harris was leaning against the bathtub, her graceful neck and delicate collarbones exposed. Her fair arms covered her chest, but couldn't fully hide her body. Her smooth, flawless skin was like white jade, and her face was flushed with embarrassment. Her wet hair draped over her back, adding a touch of allure and charm. At this moment, Brian Carter had no time to appreciate the scene before him. He quickly grabbed a towel from the rack and draped it over Grace Harris.

"How are you feeling?" Brian Carter squatted down and asked.

Grace Harris tugged at the towel to cover herself. Her mind was in chaos; she was only wrapped in a towel, and Brian Carter was so close. Her chest heaved nervously, and a strange flush spread across her skin. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her waist and couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, her delicate brows furrowing together. "I slipped and fell when I tried to stand up just now. I can't feel anything below my waist, Brian Carter, am I going to be paralyzed?" As she spoke, Grace Harris's face turned pale, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Where did you hit yourself?" Brian Carter asked patiently. "Have your legs ever been checked at the hospital before?"

"My knee hit the bathtub just now... There was nothing wrong when I was checked at the hospital before. But when I tried to stand up just now, I found I couldn't use any strength in my legs and fell right down." Grace Harris said anxiously, feeling helpless.

Brian Carter had a general idea of the situation. He reached out his right hand and said soothingly, "Don't move for now."

The towel only covered up to the middle of Grace Harris's thighs, leaving most of her long, slender legs exposed, their fair skin gleaming with a captivating luster.

"What are you doing?" Grace Harris saw Brian Carter reaching out his hand, her cheeks flushing even redder. With only a towel between them, she felt completely exposed under Brian Carter's gaze, her heart filled with nervousness, fear, and shyness—feelings she couldn't quite describe.

At this moment, Grace Harris's pretty face was flushed, her wet hair hanging down in front of her chest, her starry eyes brimming with allure, making one's heart race. It had to be said, Grace Harris was more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen before.

"Relax a bit!" Brian Carter pushed aside his distracting thoughts and said in a deep voice, placing his right hand on the inside of Grace Harris's thigh to feel her pulse.

Seeing Brian Carter's serious expression, Grace Harris swallowed back the words she wanted to say. At this moment, Brian Carter felt to her like an experienced doctor—calm and composed—gradually putting her at ease, though the strange sensation on her thigh still made her heart tremble.

"It's nothing serious. With a month or two of rest, you'll be fine. Just take fewer baths from now on, and even if you do, don't soak for too long," Brian Carter said. It was all caused by being too clean.

"You know medicine?" Grace Harris asked in surprise. Brian Carter didn't look like a Western doctor, but his technique wasn't quite like traditional Chinese medicine either. Chinese doctors always took the pulse at the wrist; she'd never heard of anyone taking a pulse on the leg like Brian Carter did.

"I know a little. Let me help you up—it's not good to sit on the floor for too long." Brian Carter kept quiet about his medical skills.

"Okay." Hearing that it wasn't anything serious, Grace Harris finally calmed down, only now realizing how awkward the situation was. She was only wrapped in a towel, with her arms and legs exposed. If she wasn't careful, the towel could slip off at any moment.

"I'll carry you to the bed."

Just as Grace Harris was about to say something, she suddenly felt her body lighten as Brian Carter picked her up. She hadn't expected Brian Carter to be so strong, and his broad chest gave off a reassuring sense of security.