Chapter 546
Celeste watched the scene unfold, her heart feeling heavy.
Liam reacted quickly, letting go of the reins as they slipped, but he was still dragged a few meters before rolling onto the grass.
Celeste held her breath until Liam sat up on the grass, her clenched fists finally loosening a bit.
Mason frowned at the scene, asking softly, “Is Liam okay?”
“If he can get up, he should be fine, I guess.”
Mason paused, gave her a glance, and said nothing.
After Liam fell, the brown horse slowed down. The horse trainer quickly caught up and managed to control the runaway horse.
Liam’s arm hurt like hell, and he stood up pale–faced, looking towards Celeste. Seeing that she was fine, he couldn’t help but feel relieved, and then walked toward them.
As he approached, he asked Mason, “How are you?”
Mason showed his palm, the skin scraped off, bleeding.
He smiled and said. “Just a minor injury. Luckily, you caught me in time, or I’d be in big trouble today. Thanks.
Celeste said, “Why are you thanking him? If it wasn’t for his insistence on competing, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”
She looked at Liam, “You knew Mr. Fletcher had a head injury, but you still insisted on doing this. If he’d fallen off the horse and hit his head, could you bear the responsibility?”
Liam’s face turned ugly, looking at her being so protective of Mason, he felt a mix of jealousy and anger. He said coldly, “You’re blaming me? I didn’t put a knife to his throat and force him to ride!”
Celeste glared at him and turned to Mason, “Mr. Fletcher, let me take you to the clinic to get patched up.”
Mason looked at Liam’s upset face and whispered, “Liam might be injured too. Check on him first.”
Celeste scoffed, “Don’t worry about him! He’s so capable, how could he get hurt?”
She pulled Mason and headed out of the racetrack.
Liam watched her, this heartless woman, feeling both cold and hurt. He gritted his teeth and muttered, “I didn’t need your help in the first place!”
Celeste was long gone, not hearing what Liam had said.
After calming down the brown horse and tying it to the stable, the horse trainer hurried over to check on Liam.
Liam’s face was pale, and his left arm was in an awkward position.
The trainer gasped, “Young Master, is your arm dislocated?”
Liam took a deep breath and said softly. “Can you fix it?”
“I can,” the trainer, hired by Sienna from the professional racing scene, was no stranger to minor injuries. Athletes‘ injuries were nothing to him, but Liam was a young master from a wealthy family. He whispered, “But it’ll hurt a bit. Bear with me.”
Liam’s face turned even paler, but he nodded slightly.
The trainer supported Liam’s elbow, gently rotating it to find the right position, then quickly twisted it. Liam let out a muffled grunt, his dislocated joint snapping back into place.
His hand could move now, but the joint still hurt.
The trainer whispered, “Get some ointment from Sienna later, and the pain should subside in two or three days.”
Liam thanked him and left with a dejected look on his face.
After Liam left, the trainer checked on the horse’s condition.
The brown horse had just arrived last week. Although it was also a spirited horse, it was not as difficult to control as Sugar had been.
