Chapter 977: Chapter 977: Lyle Westbrook Starts to Run a Fever Chapter 977: Chapter 977: Lyle Westbrook Starts to Run a Fever The sun gradually descended, and after dusk, the sky grew darker.
“Ms. Clark!”
“Ms. Clark, Young Master Westbrook!”
“Ms. Clark, where are you?”
Behind the Oceana Club, everything was in disarray, with almost all the staff, including the police and Baron Lawrence’s people, searching for Enna Clark.
And leading them all was always that haughty figure!
So many people had been searching for 5 hours, and still not a trace had been found. Scott Harris, seeing his pallid complexion, couldn’t help saying, “Lord, you should rest for a mont.”
Baron Lawrence acted as though he hadn’t heard, holding the gaphone and looking forward, his handso face unable to hide his anxiety!
Damn it!
Why haven’t they found that woman yet!
Had she not heard his voice, or was she too injured to hear him because she had passed out?
He fiercely tore the second thought from his mind!
He’d rather she just hadn’t heard his voice yet!
If it was the second reason, he wanted to kill himself!
“Enna Clark! Can you hear ? If you can hear , co out!”
“Enna Clark!”
As the sky grew even darker, the search through the forests beca increasingly difficult.
Since this area of forest was undeveloped and almost in its original state, with an abundance of underbrush, each step required forging a new path. And with the prolonged search yielding no results, many voices had gone hoarse. Their condition had deteriorated compared to before.
However, the man in the lead remained unwavering, as if immune to exhaustion, adamantly refusing to rest for even a second…
…
Not far from the search area, hidden in a secluded corner, Enna Clark erged from the overgrown grass into a small cave, having found water outside and tearing off a piece of her sleeve to wet and bring inside.
In a corner of the cave, a man with an angelic, gentle, and dignified appearance lay quietly on the ground.
His petal-like lips were extrely pale, almost bloodless and translucent. A fine layer of sweat broke out on his forehead—it seed he had passed out. His lips, thin as roses, were tightly closed, and his eyes were shut. Perhaps it was discomfort that caused his brows to occasionally furrow and his eyelashes, delicate as fans, to tremble slightly…
“Rose…” he murmured by his lips.
Enna Clark hurriedly placed the makeshift damp towel on his forehead while her bright eyes couldn’t hide her anxiety…
What should she do?
Lyle Westbrook’s bleeding from his leg had stopped, but he was starting to get a fever. Although it wasn’t severe enough to be considered a fever yet, the conditions here were so unsanitary that if they allowed it to continue like this, there was no telling if the wound on his leg might beco infected.
If a large wound got infected, it could be life-threatening!
Enna Clark glanced at the pitch-black night.
Outside, nothing could be seen clearly; only the rustling of the forest could be heard.
Calculating the ti, it had been nearly 7 hours since their mishap, and Baron Lawrence didn’t seem to be looking for them. What should she do now?
Enna Clark clenched her fists tightly and stood up, deciding to go outside and find help.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Baron Lawrence to co and find her, but in Lyle Westbrook’s current condition, it didn’t allow her to continue hiding here and wait for Baron Lawrence to arrive.
Otherwise, Lyle Westbrook would not last until Baron Lawrence found them.
Even if there might be danger and ambushes outside, she felt she had to go—otherwise, she wouldn’t find peace with her conscience!
“Enna… be careful…” Lyle Westbrook murmured again.
Enna Clark had already decided to go outside for help, but just before leaving, she furrowed her brow again.
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