Atticus Finch quickened his pace, stopped about a meter away from the figure, and saw that it was a woman, completely naked, her long wet hair floating in the puddle next to the curb, and her skin was particularly fair and clean because it had been washed by the dense raindrops.
"Are you okay?" Atticus Finch tried to ask, his handsome eyebrows tightly furrowed. He didnt care about her figure, he cared whether this person was still alive.
Even for him, he couldnt accept a naked woman dying in front of his door in the middle of the night. If someone saw it, it would be very difficult to explain.
Seeing that the person on the ground didnt move, Atticus Finch immediately stepped back, took out his mobile phone and called George Wilson, wanting to ask her to send someone to deal with it.
"Mr. Finch?" George Wilsons neutral voice came from the mobile phone.
Atticus Finch was about to speak, but he felt more and more wrong, his thin lips tightly pursed, and he approached again, squatted down, and lifted his hand to push away the wet hair on her face...
Is it really her!?
Atticus Finch couldnt care about anything else, threw his umbrella and mobile phone casually, quickly took off his suit coat, wrapped the person on the ground, and hurried into the villa. Atticus Finch was also drenched, and he didnt stop for a moment, carrying her upstairs and placing her on the bed in the bedroom, pulling the quilt to cover her tightly.
That night, she disappeared inexplicably, and he had been looking for her, but there was no news, but he didnt expect to meet again in such a situation.
Her pale little face was stained with some dust, her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, but her lips were still red. Atticus Finch looked at this familiar face with some excitement, and his throat felt as if it was blocked by a lump of cotton.
He knelt on one knee beside the bed, his big hand on her face, and whispered softly: "Scout Finch."
The feather-like eyelashes on her face quivered slightly.
Atticus Finch wanted to call a doctor, but remembered that he had just thrown his mobile phone.
He was about to get up and go to the living room to get the landline when there was a rush of footsteps upstairs outside the door.
Then George Wilson appeared at the bedroom door, looking very anxious, "Mr. Finch! Are you okay? You just called my phone but didnt speak, so I rushed over."
George Wilson came over and found his bosss mobile phone and umbrella at the door, and found that all the doors in the villa were open, and there were suspicious water stains in the living room... He couldnt help but have a bad idea.
"Im fine." Atticus Finchs gaze returned to Scout Finchs face, and George Wilson also noticed the person tightly wrapped in the quilt on the bed.
"Is it... Miss Scout Finch?" George Wilson asked, the only person who could make his boss so abnormal is the owner of this name.
George Wilson approached and saw Scout Finchs appearance clearly, and silently remembered it in his heart.
So as not to be unprepared when the president loses someone in the future, not knowing what the person looks like, just looking for people like a headless fly with just a name, and losing his temper when he cant find them.
"Call Dr. Wilson, she fainted at the door, Im not clear about her physical condition now."
George Wilson went outside to make a phone call, and when he came back, he saw Atticus Finch putting on a mens shirt for Scout Finch. Dr. Wilson is a man after all, and Atticus Finch hasnt forgotten his mind to the extent that he doesnt care about his woman being seen naked by others.
Of course, the doctor is also an exception.
Thinking about this matter, he began to consider whether to change to a female doctor.
George Wilson is an exception, although her appearance is more robust and handsome than men, she is a "she" after all, but because of her more neutral reasons, George Wilson is often mistaken for the wrong bathroom outside.
Dr. Wilson came very quickly, and under the gaze of Atticus Finchs hawk-like eyes, he examined Scout Finchs body, and finally came to a conclusion: there is nothing wrong, not even a fever, just because she is too tired and in a deep sleep, just wait for her to wake up naturally.
Atticus Finch couldnt believe it a bit, and was silent for a while. Dr. Wilson, on the side, looked at George Wilson several times, of course, without getting a response.
Dr. Wilson couldnt help but guess, could it be that his boss hoped this girl was sick? He immediately denied his own thoughts. From the beginning of his tenure as Atticus Finchs private doctor to now, it has been four years, and this is the first time he has seen a woman, and she is lying on Atticus Finchs bed, and the bed is wet and dirty.
Dr. Wilson pushed his glasses and added in a low voice: "This young lady is very healthy."
Atticus Finch then turned to look at him: "The buttons on your coat are buttoned in a series."
"Ah? Ah, sorry Mr. Finch, Im rude, Im rude..." Dr. Wilson was flustered on his lips, but in his heart, a stone fell to the ground, and he could hear that Atticus Finchs tone was obviously relaxed.
George Wilson sent Dr. Wilson away and checked the safety of the villa inside and outside, and closed the door before leaving.
Atticus Finch sat by the bed, staring at Scout Finch, for fear of missing the moment when she woke up and opened her eyes. Thinking of what Dr. Wilson said that she was very healthy, Atticus Finch was delighted, but also puzzled. How could she appear in front of his door in such a situation after being drenched in the heavy rain for so long... Or maybe she was deliberately following him?
But the only thing that can be certain is that the pictures of her appearing twice are all like horror movies.
Atticus Finch held Scout Finchs hand, and he was secretly scheming in his heart. Even if she was deliberately arranged by someone, he would first keep this gift and then pull out the person behind the scenes to deal with it.