The villa was left with only a few servants and a man whose face was full of injuries. August Oliver slowly clenched his fist, then slowly relaxed it. Indifferently, he crawled up from the ground and wiped the injuries on his face, worriedly looking out at the bright moon outside the window—
The news said Olivia Lewis got shot, he originally wanted to go to the hospital to see her.
Now it seems impossible.
He doesn’t know how she’s doing now, has the bullet been removed? Has Adam Sinclair taken good care of her...
August Oliver pressed his thin lips together, tried his best to suppress the tide of worry in his heart, forced himself not to think, and walked to the sofa to sit down.
Now, he has to cooperate with that man, only then he has a chance to overthrow Wesley.
And only if Wesley is overthrown, Enna Clark won’t be in danger, and she who is often around Enna will also be much safer.
"Young Master, shall I get you some medicine?" A servant slowly moved in front of him, looked at him with sympathy, and said cautiously.
August Oliver touched the corner of his mouth, which was swollen and broken, gathered all his emotions, and nodded, "Okay."
Everywhere here is filled with Wesley’s spies, his every move is under that person’s surveillance, he cannot let that person see any flaws. Otherwise, he really won’t have another chance.
That man did unspeakable things to his mother, he is not even considered a human!
He could never recognize such a person as his father!
One day, he will avenge his mother, let this man taste the pain!
One day...
...
Enna Clark ate dinner and soon fell asleep again.
She was stimulated in the afternoon, her body was already very tired, and almost immediately after eating, drowsiness hit her. The usually domineering person who often pesters her was unexpectedly gentle this time, not disturbing her and letting her sleep.
In less than half an hour, Enna Clark fell asleep again.
Baron Lawrence stood by the bed, tucked her in, silently watched for a while, and just as he turned around, he saw Scott Harris ing back after dinner with Bobby.
The handsome and cool young boy almost rolled in like the wind, rushed to the bedside, and when he saw the person on the bed still ’hadn’t awakened,’ he frowned unhappily, more worried than anything, "Has my woman not woken yet? Wasn’t the doctor just saying she would wake up within half an hour?"
Scott Harris, who followed him in, was also extremely puzzled.
It’s been two hours, how e the Young Madam hasn’t woken up?
But he was calmer than Bobby.
Mainly because the tall, dignified man was too calm, if anything happened to the Young Madam, Lord Lawrence would surely not be so posed.
Lip’s lack of response indicates the Young Madam is fine.
Sure enough...
"She’s awake."
"But..." his woman clearly has her eyes closed and still sleeping.
Baron Lawrence calmly turned around, took his long strides and walked to the sofa, "She ate and fell asleep again."
"Tell them to send the documents over, I’ll work here tonight."
Scott Harris immediately bent over, "Yes, Lord."
He walked aside to make a phone call and gave instructions.
Bobby heard this answer, his cool handsome little face almost fell, but he managed to hold it. He looked back at the person on the bed gloomily, tightly clenched his hand by his side, turned around, and firmly said, "I will stay here tonight to acpany my woman!"
He originally thought the Dubious Man wouldn’t agree, would definitely threaten him with the same ruthlessness as just now, having Mr. Harris take him away.
Unexpectedly, the man on the sofa didn’t even look at him, didn’t raise an eyebrow, and agreed, "Suit yourself."
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