His urgent questioning was intense, especially his gaze, filled with the fury of an impending storm.
Though Enna Clark didn’t want to speak, she still held his hand back, signaling him to calm down, saying, "I didn’t hear it from anyone, I accidentally overheard it at the stairway. Baron Lawrence, you..." Calm down a bit.
"Was it when I called you this afternoon, you overheard at the stairway that he wasn’t feeling well? Then you worried all night and rushed to the hospital to help him find a doctor?"
With other n, he might not have reacted so strongly, but that person was Lyle Westbrook, and Baron Lawrence’s reaction was intense.
Enna Clark was already a bit angry, but with the intention not to argue with him, she tried to suppress her temper and said, "Baron Lawrence, lower your voice. Gigi and Bobby are still asleep inside, don’t wake them."
"Did you worry all night about helping him find a doctor?" Right now, Baron Lawrence’s heart was filled with shock and anger, like it was soaked in vinegar, squeezing out his reason. He tightened his grip on Enna Clark’s hand, aggressively questioning, "Did you?"
Hayes couldn’t stand watching anymore, stepped forward, and said, "Young Master Lawrence, Miss is being hurt by your grip, you..."
"Get lost!" All his last thread of reason was hanging on Enna Clark, and not kicking the others away was already him being calm.
Hayes was stunned by his overwhelming aura.
Enna Clark was finally shouted into a temper, "Baron Lawrence, what on earth do you want!"
"Don’t care about Lyle Westbrook, don’t worry about him, and don’t help him find a doctor!" He demanded as if it were naturally right.
Enna Clark wanted to help Lyle Westbrook find a doctor because Lyle’s heart condition was related to her, though she wasn’t sure how exactly, but since she knew it had sothing to do with her, how could she just pretend not to know?
"No." Enna Clark resolutely denied his demand.
Baron Lawrence’s grip on her wrist tightened further, as if he was forcibly suppressing sothing, his eagle eyes suddenly narrowed, stepping closer, "Why? Do you care about him so much? Are you sure he really has a heart problem? I’ve never heard any news about anyone from the Westbrook Family having a heart-related genetic disease. Where did his heart condition co from?"
"He was injured..."
"Injured? How do you know he was injured? Just because you heard about it in the corridor? Or did he tell you he was injured? I couldn’t see where he was injured."
"Baron Lawrence..." Enna Clark furrowed her brow.
However, he was adamantly unyielding, aggressively saying, "Even if we take a step back, even if he was injured, it’s a secret for him. How could it just be overheard so easily? If Lyle Westbrook were the kind of person who couldn’t hide even the news of an injury, he would’ve died a thousand tis over!"
Enna Clark took a deep breath and said, "I just happened to overhear it, they didn’t know I was there."
Baron Lawrence saw her constantly speaking for Lyle Westbrook, his heart felt as though it were being cut with a dull knife, his heart’s core bleeding.
Damn it.
His handso face darkened to the extre, stepping aggressively closer, almost pinning Enna Clark to the wall, pressing her hand against it, speaking each word forcefully, "How can you be sure he didn’t know you were there? Enna Clark, you underestimate him. Lyle Westbrook is not the person you see! You don’t understand him at all!"
His burning breath sprayed across her face, forcing Enna Clark to turn her face away, escaping his intense gaze. She said, "I know he’s not as he appears, but this ti I believe it’s a coincidence."
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