That day reminded him of the car accident he had when he was sixteen.
He was pushed out of the burning car by his cousin, and was held back so tightly that he couldn’t go back. With his eyes open, he watched the seconds tick by, and the car exploded right before his eyes.
The people trapped in the car disappeared from his world along with it.
That year, he left the Westbrook Family with his cousin’s daughter, Rose...
So, that ti, Enna Clark saved him.
She didn’t just save his life, more importantly, she completely pulled him out of the darkness—
Lyle Westbrook gathered the delicate light in his eyes; that light was so gentle, it really made him look like an angel.
"It’s nothing, you just need to rember, everything I’ve done is because I wanted to, it has nothing to do with anyone else, and I never expected any return."
He did it willingly.
Even if he had to sacrifice his life, he would do it willingly!
If she is happy, he will silently protect her by her side.
If she is not happy...
In an instant, the light in his eyes vanished, leaving him looking as solemn as ever. He gave his sowhat bewildered assistant a cold look and said, "Rember, not a word of what I said today is to be disclosed. Otherwise... you won’t need to speak ever again!"
There are only two kinds of people who don’t speak: the dead and... the mute.
The assistant didn’t want to be either!
He respectfully lowered his head and earnestly said, "Yes, Young Master Lyle."
After they left, Enna Clark remained lost in thought for a long ti.
Did Lyle Westbrook an she saved him from that car accident?
But that car accident was targeting her, it was him who saved her.
Why would Lyle Westbrook say she saved him?
Enna Clark’s mind was in turmoil; she didn’t expect to hear this, much less expect that Lyle Westbrook had done so much for her.
She...
Enna Clark felt an indescribable heaviness in her heart.
Just then.
Her phone started vibrating.
She quickly cald herself down, picked up the phone, and looked at the Caller ID.
It was Baron Lawrence calling.
Enna Clark put the phone to her ear, "Hello."
"Where are you!"
His tone was domineering to the extre.
Who else could it be but Baron Lawrence?
Enna Clark’s ear went slightly numb from his shouting, she quietly moved the phone a bit away and said, "At the staircase, I’m coming over right now."
"What are you doing at the staircase?" He asked, then imdiately said, "Forget it, don’t move, I’ll co find you."
"No need, anyway I also need to..." Before she could finish the words "go back," the person on the other end had already hung up.
Enna Clark was speechless.
Couldn’t he be less impatient?
But she didn’t actually stand there foolishly waiting, instead, she slowly walked up the stairs while thinking about Lyle Westbrook’s matter.
Heart disease...
She wondered if her little uncle knew any experts in this field, if there was any way to treat it.
She was deep in thought about this.
A whirlwind of a man had already appeared in front of her; she hadn’t even co to her senses when her wrist was tightly grasped.
"Enna Clark, who told you to run around?"
Her left wrist hurt a bit from the grip, she twisted it in annoyance, but couldn’t break free. She looked up at the man in front of her, annoyed, "Bobby had a fever, I took him to get dicine and sleep, I didn’t run around."
Bobby...
He rembered everything.
Baron Lawrence’s hawk-like eyes flashed, he slightly relaxed the grip on her wrist, but still held on tightly.
"That’s still not a reason for you to run around!"
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