The scene that Scott Harris and the others rushed to was that of an anxious man pacing back and forth outside the operating room. His handso face was ashen, and his hands were clenched into tight fists, emanating an aura that warned strangers to stay away...
"How is Enna?" Olivia Lewis was worried about Enna Clark, completely disregarding the powerful pressure emanating from this man. As soon as she arrived, she hurriedly went over to ask him.
"..." Baron Lawrence rely glanced coldly at her, his thin lips tightly pursed, ignoring her as he continued his pacing!
Olivia was too worried about Enna. After waiting for a long ti without getting an answer, she couldn’t help but stand in front of him, persistently asking, "What exactly is going on with Enna? You have to tell !"
"Olivia." Adam Sinclair quickly grasped her, pulling her aside and soothing her, "Enna will definitely be okay. Right now, Baron doesn’t know the specific situation either. Let’s wait until soone cos out of the operating room to find out."
The red light was still on in the operating room, so Baron probably wasn’t sure about Enna’s condition yet. Otherwise, Baron wouldn’t be pacing back and forth here irritably.
This woman was foolish too.
Couldn’t she see Baron’s current expression?
She actually had the audacity to go up and ask.
Why didn’t she show this kind of bravery usually? Isn’t she usually quite afraid of Baron?
Adam Sinclair suddenly felt an acidity in his chest.
For Enna, she could overco her fears and question Baron, but when it ca to him, their relationship faced obstacles, and her first response was to leave him?
Olivia didn’t know what he was thinking about. In the current situation, she had no mood to know either. She at least heeded Adam’s advice, looked up at the red-green light above the operating room, gritted her teeth, and quieted down.
However, her quietness was rely not speaking, not truly standing still.
Like Baron Lawrence, she clenched her hands tightly, anxiously pacing back and forth.
Ti ticked by, second by second.
With every passing minute, everyone present could see soone’s face grow a shade darker.
In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed.
The man pacing back and forth suddenly stopped, furrowing his brows tightly, eyes swirling with a pending storm, exuding an oppressive aura akin to a rainstorm about to break!
Dammit!
Why hasn’t anyone co out yet!
What’s the situation inside! What happened to that woman! Why hasn’t anyone co out to speak to him!
He was reaching his limit.
His heart felt as if it was plagued with a terminal illness, and every passing second felt like torture, as if his heart was being roasted over a fierce fire, making him exceedingly uncomfortable.
It was unbearable!
"Lord." At this mont, a voice sounded in his ear.
It was Scott Harris returning.
He carried a simple dicine box in his hand, respectfully saying, "Lord, let help you treat the wounds on your hands."
Baron Lawrence lowered his head and finally noticed that both his hands were almost entirely crimson. The blood from the wounds had long dried on his hands, and the glaring color seed as though it was painted on...
It should have been very painful, but he felt so numb he had no sensation at all...
No pain, no itch, as if those shocking hands weren’t even his.
"Lord?"
Baron Lawrence withdrew his gaze, clenched his fists. In Scott Harris’s shocked gaze, he swung and punched the wall—
"Shi-t!"
He should have gone down earlier, shouldn’t have watched the so-called surveillance video. When that waiter said she might be in danger, he should have rushed down and rescued her imdiately!
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