Enna Clark had just closed the door of the VIP hospital room when the nurse found her.
The nurse’s eyes lit up when she saw her and walked over, "Ms. Clark, I was just looking for you."
"What is it?"
Could it be sothing happened to Gigi?
Enna Clark beca nervous.
The nurse saw her expression and relaxed, saying, "It’s about Ms. Gigi. The bleeding from her wound has been controlled."
"Gigi is out?" Enna Clark grabbed her shoulders, unable to hide her excitent as she exhaled a sigh of relief.
Being a mother herself, the nurse understood her feelings and explained gently, "No, Ms. Gigi is still in the operating room. Young Master Lyle asked to inform you not to worry. Ms. Gigi’s wound has stopped bleeding, and Young Master Lyle is making the final arrangents. Once he’s done, Ms. Gigi will be transferred to a regular hospital room."
It was Lyle Westbrook who had soone notify her?
Enna Clark pursed her lips, fully relaxed, and then said to the nurse, "Thank you."
"You’re welco."
"By the way, could you arrange for soone to take care of my son? He’s asleep now. Just bring him over when he wakes up."
She needed to go see Gigi first, but she didn’t feel comfortable leaving Bobby alone here.
So she wanted to find a nurse to watch him for a while.
So that when Bobby wakes up, he won’t be scared to find no one around.
This nurse was the one who had given Gigi injections before. She had a good impression of Bobby and thought for a mont before saying, "No need to find anyone else, I can look after him for you."
After Enna Clark thanked her politely, she hurried towards the operating room...
Besides Gigi, she was also worried about Baron Lawrence.
He had been inside for so long and hadn’t co out. She didn’t know how much blood he had donated.
Although the doctors surely wouldn’t draw more blood than a human body can handle, knowing Baron’s personality, he would definitely do anything to pressure the doctors.
Gigi had been continuously receiving blood transfusions for the past few hours...
No nurse had co to ask her to donate blood.
Enna Clark’s heart clenched, and she quickened her pace.
...
Since Bobby’s room was only one floor away from the operating room, she took the stairs.
As soon as she reached the stairwell,
she heard voices coming from inside.
"Young Master Lyle, it’s ti for your dication."
This voice was...
Enna Clark found it sowhat familiar.
It sounded like soone close to Lyle Westbrook.
She felt a bit awkward.
If she walked out now, it would seem like she had been eavesdropping on purpose.
If she didn’t go out, she would really be eavesdropping.
But was Lyle Westbrook sick?
Enna Clark looked up and, sure enough, saw Lyle Westbrook and a man in black who seed to be his assistant.
The assistant looked very familiar with him, holding a water cup and handing him a bottle of dication.
Lyle Westbrook’s handso face looked pale. He took the bottle from the assistant, opened it, and poured three pills into his hand. Then he took the water cup from the assistant, drank a sip of water, and tilted his head back to swallow the pills.
After taking the dication, he seed to feel unwell. He placed one hand on the stair railing, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. He closed his eyes and stood silently for a couple of seconds before opening his eyes and handing the cup back to the assistant.
"Let’s go back," he said.
The assistant, worried, tried to stop him, saying through gritted teeth, "Young Master Lyle, please take a rest. Your body hasn’t recovered yet, and you’ve been up for over ten hours due to Ms. Gigi’s condition. If you don’t rest, I’m afraid you won’t be able to hold on."
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