After finishing the drink, he twisted the cap back onto the bottle and tossed the dicine onto the coffee table, enduring the initial discomfort as the dication started to take effect.
The stomach dicine he took was a highly effective treatnt specially developed by experts.
This dicine works quickly and is very potent.
However, it has one drawback: for the first half-hour after taking it, the stomach feels particularly uncomfortable, causing waves of nausea to surge.
Seeing his face pale and unhealthy, Scott Harris couldn’t hold back and advised, "Lord, your shoulder injury also needs to be re-dressed by the doctor. Why don’t you go to the hospital? By the way, have your stomach checked. The Young Madam just went to sleep and surely won’t wake up so soon. If you go to the hospital now and return, the Young Madam might just be waking up, and you can have a proper conversation with her."
The initial nauseating feeling in his stomach finally subsided. Baron Lawrence opened his eyes and looked at him with intense black pupils, speaking hoarsely, "How do you think I should tell her?"
"Well..." Scott Harris gathered the courage and sincerely suggested, "Lord, I think you should tell the Young Madam about those things."
"If I tell her, she’ll worry!"
Scott Harris urgently stepped forward, "But Lord, if you don’t tell her, she’ll be even more upset."
"For example, take what happened today. If the Young Madam knew what was going on, she definitely wouldn’t be this upset. But since she doesn’t know, just looking at those photos, she has no idea how hurt she feels inside. It’s like if the Young Madam kept sothing from you to avoid worrying you, and for that matter, she had to et with Lyle at a hotel and didn’t tell you. Then, you saw photos of her and Lyle entering a hotel through gossip paparazzi. How would you feel?"
Baron Lawrence’s eyes suddenly darkened, with a storm seemingly brewing within them.
He’d feel like killing soone!
Seeing his expression, Scott Harris knew what he was thinking and continued, "It’s the sa principle with the Young Madam seeing those photos. Even if she believes you deep down, those photos still make her feel uneasy. Especially later on, when I couldn’t reach you by phone, the Young Madam was really heartbroken..."
Baron Lawrence’s left hand subtly tightened on the armrest of the sofa, his deanor icy and agitated.
He hadn’t anticipated such an accident; in his plans, Enna Clark wouldn’t know anything, and he would seamlessly resolve all those chaotic matters for her.
After solving them, it wouldn’t matter if he told her.
But he didn’t expect that reckless woman to have such guts and dare to find paparazzi to secretly take photos of him!
Didn’t she know that as soon as those photos were posted online, he would have them blocked imdiately? There was no way she could use those photos for publicity!
And that damn paparazzi, too, who dared to take those photos to Enna Clark and even sell them to her!
Baron Lawrence’s gaze darkened. He rarely encountered such situations.
In the past, when making decisions, he only needed to follow his plans step by step, never needing to consider anyone else.
But now, he cared about her feelings.
Upon learning from Scott Harris’s call that she saw the photos, he imdiately dropped everything, regardless of whether the other party would notice, and had soone keep an eye on Miranda Lewis, rather than letting her act freely as bait to make the scene more convincing.
But how could he explain all this to that woman?
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