Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 180: She Already Has a Tendency for Self-Harm

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: She Already Has a Tendency for Self-Harm

Noah Coldson couldn’t get in touch with Lola Gold all night and knew something was wrong.

Early in the morning, he thought about reassuring Yolanda Greenwood first before going back to see what was up with Lola Gold.

But as soon as he entered the infirmary, he saw a pair of bloody scissors on the bedside table but couldn’t see Yolanda anywhere. He was instantly terrified.

"Yolanda? Yolanda?" Noah turned and ran outside, calling out anxiously.

"Big brother, I’m here," a familiar voice came from behind him.

Noah almost jogged forward and subconsciously grabbed Yolanda’s wrist to check, "Where are you hurt?"

Yolanda responded indifferently, her voice clear and cold, "I’m not hurt."

"What about the blood on the scissors?" Noah didn’t believe it, sizing up Yolanda from head to toe, "Yolanda, you can’t do anything silly!"

"Does big brother think... I want to commit suicide?" Yolanda still had little reaction.

After confirming Yolanda was fine, Noah scratched his head uncomfortably, "No, our Yolanda wouldn’t do that."

He lied; he did think Yolanda wanted to commit suicide. After pondering, he added, "Even for the baby in your belly, Yolanda, you would take good care of yourself, right?"

However, Yolanda did not respond and walked into the infirmary instead.

Noah quickly followed her in, asking with concern, "Yolanda, where did you go so early?"

"I couldn’t sleep, just went for a walk." Upon entering, Yolanda also saw the scissors on the table.

Noah’s heart sank. Adam Sterling had said depression would reduce Yolanda’s sleep and appetite, clearly, her sleep was already bad.

Yolanda picked up the scissors on the table again.

"What are you doing?" Noah quickly snatched them away, watching her warily.

Yolanda gave a bitter smile, "Big brother, don’t be so nervous. I was thinking of cleaning up this blood; it does look quite scary."

She explained further, "My nail was acting up last night, and I couldn’t find the nail clipper, so I used scissors and accidentally cut my hand."

"Ah? Let me see!" Noah stepped forward, put down the scissors, and checked Yolanda’s hand.

For the first time, he noticed how thin and soft Yolanda’s hands were, her fingers slender and long, with the right index finger wrapped in thick tissue.

"This won’t do," Noah began rummaging around, "I’ll find you a band-aid."

"It’s okay, it’s not bleeding anymore," Yolanda said indifferently, pulling off the tissue, only for the wound to tear open and start bleeding again.

Noah was horrified, but Yolanda still looked indifferent.

He felt suffocated; the medical kit was in the cabinet, and he quickly found it, and carefully wrapped up Yolanda’s wound.

"It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt," Yolanda spoke in an indifferent tone.

Noah looked up at her, his eyes slightly red.

If it were him, he wouldn’t care if it was just a finger hurt or even lost, but not for Yolanda, he couldn’t stand it.

Yolanda, feeling stared at, shrank her neck a little and spoke softly, "Really, it’s nothing."

"Yolanda, I brought you to the camp hoping you would take good care of yourself, treasure yourself. Not to see you like this," Noah was somewhat exasperated.

Yolanda was silent, "If it is inconvenient, big brother can send me back."

"You!" Noah was furious, "You think nobody cares about you, nobody looks after you, is that it? What about me? What about Lola? And even Adam Sterling, Alex Johnson, everyone in this camp, how do they treat you?"

Yolanda’s eyes gradually reddened. Indeed, apart from big brother, everyone else at the camp had been good to her.

Alex Johnson occasionally brought her trinkets and would bring a few noisy soldiers to cheer her up. It seemed like everyone was trying hard, but Yolanda just felt so tired.

She knew she had let them down.

Seeing her about to cry, Noah instantly lost his temper, hurriedly consoling, "Don’t, don’t cry, I didn’t mean to scold you. I mean... just be more careful in the future. Otherwise... otherwise I’d feel bad, and so would Adam Sterling and Alex Johnson."

Yolanda sniffed, pushing back her tears, "Big brother, I’ll be more careful in the future."

She said this, but actually just wanted to end this topic quickly; whether she was hurt wasn’t important.

"Big brother," she ventured to ask again, "About Lola..."

"I’ll try contacting her again later," Noah lied again, "Suddenly had a task last night, I had to go out."

"Alright." Yolanda nodded. She knew there hadn’t been a task last night.

She had seen Alex Johnson exercising that morning when she went out for a walk, Alex Johnson even calling her the Goddess of Peace, saying the camp had been unusually quiet lately and had no tasks.

Her worry for Lola Gold deepened, urging Noah, "Then big brother, go quickly."

"Alright, are you having breakfast here, or are you going to the cafeteria with the brothers?"

Yolanda thought for a moment; staying here meant someone would have to bring her food, which she didn’t want to trouble them with.

"I’ll go eat myself; don’t worry about me, big brother."

"Alright, I need to head out too, so I’ll go look for Lola. Don’t worry; everything will be fine." Noah left the infirmary but didn’t head straight out; instead, he went to find Adam Sterling.

He repeated this morning’s events, looking at Adam Sterling worriedly, "Has it gotten worse for her?"

Adam Sterling nodded, "She has already shown tendencies of self-harm."

Noah sighed deeply, "What should we do? What can we do?"

"Strange, isn’t she concerned about the child at all?" He couldn’t understand; Yolanda had always cared so much about the child before.

Adam Sterling also sighed, "You don’t understand. In her eyes now, the child might even encounter these unjust treatments when it comes into the world, so..."

Noah spoke with difficulty, "So, she doesn’t want to have the child anymore?"

"If she really has that thought firmly, I might be helpless," Adam Sterling knew the child was still Yolanda’s support, though not enough.

He asked Noah, "Is there anything special that could spark her desire to live, something she is good at?"

"Painting!" Noah remembered his grandfather mentioning Yolanda’s paintings were particularly beautiful.

Adam Sterling nodded, "Is there any way to get her to paint something? Help her find confidence through painting?"

Noah couldn’t think of anything; under Yolanda’s current condition, getting her to paint was impossible.

"I’ll think about it." He had to hurry to find Lola Gold, hoping that nothing too serious had happened there; otherwise, he couldn’t imagine how Yolanda would cope.

"Lastly, Adam, maybe you can accompany her to breakfast in the cafeteria later." Noah was still worried, "I’m afraid she won’t go."

Adam Sterling promptly agreed, "To have breakfast with a beauty, that would be my honor."