Serena's POV.

I winced in pain as they tended to my wound, my hands gripping Richard's tightly.

"Sorry," he whispered, and I nodded.

Ross finished dressing the wound, and I thanked him softly as he kissed my leg. I chuckled, and Richard kissed my hands, catching me off guard.

Ross let out a low hiss, but I chose to ignore it, not wanting to react.

"Do you need help with anything else?" Richard asked, smiling.

Ross chimed in, "Yes, Serena, what do you want me to do?" emphasizing the "me" in a way that made me roll my eyes.

I let out a weary sigh, wondering how to navigate these...