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Chapter 558

Chapter 558

Stella saw this scene, and her heart sank.

Keegan's reaction was very swift.

The moment he slipped from the reins, he immediately let go.

However, he was still dragged for a few meters before rolling onto the grass field.

Stella held onto her breath until Keegan sat up on the grass field.

Then, her gripped fingers unfurled.

Marshall furrowed his brows while watching the scene.He then said in a low voice, "Is Keegan fine?"

"If he can get up, what problem could he have?" Stella replied.

Marshall's movements froze, and he glanced at Stella silently.

After Keegan fell off the horse, The brown horse started to decelerate slowly.

The horse trainer quickly chased up to it and took control of the runaway horse.

Keegan's arm was excruciatingly painful.He stood up with an ashen face.He saw Stella, who stood notfar away.He could see that she was fine and sighed a breath of relief deep down.He then walkedtoward them.

When he got close, he asked Marshall, "How are you?"

Marshall opened his palms to show him.

A layer of skin had been scraped off, with certain places already bleeding.

He chuckled and said, "Just some minor injuries.Luckily, you held on at the right time, or I would haveforfeited my life here.Thank you."

Stella said in a serious tone, "Why are you thanking him? If it wasn't for him insisting on a duel, howwould you get injured?"novelbin

As she said this, she looked at Keegan, "You clearly knew that Mr.Moore has the condition calledmigraine, and still you dragged him to play in these types of events.Can you take responsibility if hehad fallen off the horseback and hit his head?"

Keegan's expression turned ugly when he saw her protecting Marshall.

His heart was filled with jealousy and rage as he said with gritted teeth, "Are you blaming me? I didn'tput a knife to his neck to force him to ride!"

"You might as well put a knife to his neck then! If he was injured, he could sue you for battery!"

Stella glared at him, then turned her head to say to Marshall, "Mr.Moore, I'l] bring you to the clinic to getpatched up."Marshall saw Keegan's ugly expression and said in a low tone, " Keegan is probablyinjured.

Take a look at him first."

Stella huffed coldly, "No need to care for him! He is so skillful.How could he be injured?"

While saying this, she dragged Marshall toward the outside of the racetrack.

Keegan stared at the heartless woman.

His heart felt cold and in pain.

He bit down hard and said in a low tone, "I didn't need your care from the start!"

By then, Stella had already gone far away.

How could she have heard what Keegan had said? The horse trainer had finished soothing the brownhorse.

After tying it at the stable, he quickly came over to check on Keegan's condition.

Keegan's face was white, and the posture of his left arm was at an odd angle.

The horse trainer was shocked, "Master Kane, is your arm dislocated?"

Keegan took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Could you reattach it?"

"I can," the horse trainer replied.

Cordelia hired him from the professional competitions.He was already used to minor injuries like these.

These injuries were naturally nothing to them as an athlete, but Keegan was a young master of awealthy family.

He said to Keegan in a low tone, "However, it might be a little painful.You must bear with it for a while."

Keegan replied with an ashen face, "Mhm."

The horse trainer held onto Keegan's elbow and lightly rotated it.He found the correct position andtwisted it slightly.

Keegan grunted with his face still white as the dislocated part was reattached.

His arms could still move, but the joint still hurt terribly.

The horse trainer continued in a low tone, "At the moment, you should go to Madam Kane Sr"s place toget some ointment to rub onto it.It should stop hurting after two or three days."

Keegan thanked him, took his clothes, and left with his face filled with dismal.

After Keegan left, the horse trainer checked the horse's condition again.

The brown horse was sent here last week.

It was a fierce horse but was not as unruly as Juno at the start.

It could even run along with the other horses these few days.

He even assumed that it had been tamed and did not expect such an incident to occur today.

His arms could still move, but the joint still hurt terribly.

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