The corridor was bustling with noise and people flowing endlessly, and Willow Crawford just held the young boy like that, letting him lean on her shoulder.
It’s okay, everything’s fine.
She gently patted his back.
"Oh my God, look over there! Is that girl crazy? How dare she hug that knife-wielding murderer?"
"That murderer is so terrifying, a white knife goes in and a red knife cos out, he didn’t even blink."
Miles Linden’s whole body was tense, stiff and unable to move, while the girl’s small hand kept patting him. Her soft words were reminiscent of when he was young and his mother spoke to him. It was the hidden tenderness and beauty deep in his heart.
Gradually, Miles Linden’s stiff body began to relax, like a robot rediscovering emotions. He slowly lifted his hand and tightly embraced Willow Crawford in his arms.
He buried his handso face in the hair at the nape of Willow Crawford’s neck, his eyes moistening.
"Willow, am I terrifying?" he asked hoarsely.
He had wanted to ask for a long ti. That day at the bar she had also seen his out-of-control appearance, and he wanted to know if he was terrifying?
Was she afraid?
Willow patted his back, gently shook her head, and whispered into his ear in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Miles, in my eyes, when you take up the knife for your sister, it’s really impressive."
Yes, that day at the bar she genuinely felt that way, in her view, the way he took up the knife for his sister was the most impressive.
Even if everyone in the world feared him, she did not.
Over four years ago, he was even younger than he is now, and he also took a knife to rescue his sister like that.
Throughout Willow Crawford’s life, she had never t a boy like Miles Linden. He was mature beyond his years, cold and indifferent, possessing a fierce strength and his refined shoulders could hold up the sky, ready to fight for those he loved most dearly.
Miles Linden added the most vivid and dramatic stroke to Willow Crawford’s otherwise simple and clean life. Many years later, when Willow looked back, she still felt that he was the most splendid fireworks she had ever seen.
Miles Linden’s stiff body finally relaxed, healing his broken heart at this girl’s side.
At that mont, Willow Crawford pushed Miles Linden away, "Miles, wait a mont, I’m going to call my mommy right now. She will definitely be able to save Not-Dye sister."
Others might not know Willow Crawford’s identity, but Miles Linden did. He knew Willow Crawford’s mummy, Serena Sterling, was a legendary healer, and with her help, his sister would definitely be okay.
Willow Crawford was already on the way to the stairwell with her phone, making the call. Miles Linden stood there watching her, while his tousled bangs covered his bloodshot eyes, creating an unreadable depth in his gaze.
...
In the stairwell.
Willow Crawford dialed her mummy Serena Sterling’s number and the call connected quickly, with Serena’s gentle voice coming through, "Hello, Willow, why are you calling mummy?"
"Mummy, I’ve encountered a bit of an ergency. There’s a sister who’s slit her wrists, but the doctors here can’t save her. Please, will you help quickly?" Willow was very anxious.
Serena Sterling paused for a mont, then said, "Willow, don’t worry. Tell which hospital you’re at, and I’ll imdiately send soone there."
Willow quickly reported the na of the hospital, and the mother and daughter hung up the call.
At the ti in Port Kael, in a six-star hotel, Serena Sterling put down her phone and looked at Hayden Crawford, who was busy working, "Mr. Crawford, Willow called."
Hayden Crawford was typing swiftly on the keyboard to handle docunts, and upon hearing his wife’s words, he raised an eyebrow, "This ti, we sent Willow over but agreed not to use any power or force. She hasn’t called us for such a long ti. This is Willow’s first call to us. So, is Willow missing us?"
Serena Sterling shook her head, "Mr. Crawford, you might be disappointed. Your daughter is asking for a favor."
"Why asking for a favor? What for?"
"Don’t know, but my intuition is... Willow is asking for it because of a boy."
The "click-clack" of the keyboard suddenly stopped. Hayden Crawford withdrew his hand, leaned back in his office chair, and slowly turned around to face his wife.
Serena Sterling shrugged with a hint of regret, "Yes Mr. Crawford, your rival may have appeared."
...
Serena Sterling acted swiftly and decisively. Shortly after hanging up the phone, a team of elite dical professionals arrived wearing white lab coats, and they took over the entire surgery.
"We’re starting the surgery now, please keep quiet and no unauthorized personnel allowed."
With a bang, the door to the operating room was closed, and the glaring red light lit up once again.
Miles Linden, Ethan Barnes, and Willow Crawford stood in the corridor waiting, and this ti, none of them spoke.
The "invited" doctors and nurses looked at each other in dismay, not daring to make a sound. Those who went in just now, who were they, wearing lab coats embroidered with an "X"? The entire dical world knows that "X" was coined by Prof. Serena after the passing of Prof. Zane Crawford, symbolizing an era-defining advancent in dicine.
Willow Crawford sat on the bench in the corridor, with Miles Linden and Ethan Barnes standing on either side. Miles Linden’s eyes were downcast, deep in thought, while Ethan Barnes’s arm injuries were untreated, the blood already coagulated.
Just then, a group of police officers arrived, and Ethan Barnes’s subordinate pointed at Miles Linden, "It was him. He hurt our young master. We have many witnesses, and the hospital has surveillance. This guy stabbed our young master four years ago and was later sent to juvenile detention. It seems he hasn’t learned his lesson and has committed violence again. You must arrest him this ti and sentence him!"
The police ca up to Ethan Barnes and Miles Linden, "We received a report about a heinous incident here. Please cooperate with our investigation. Who was the one who hurt you just now?"
Willow Crawford looked up at Ethan Barnes.
There was no denying that Miles Linden wielded the knife just now, and anyone could testify. If Ethan Barnes wanted to kill Miles Linden, now was the perfect ti.
Willow Crawford’s heartbeat quickly accelerated. Miles Linden had been to juvenile detention before, and she didn’t want further stains on his record.
Ethan Barnes leaned against the wall, pressing his head against it, and he lightly lifted his eyelids to glance at the officers, "The injury was my own doing, what’s it to you!"
"..." The police were speechless. This guy was too arrogant. "You..."
Ethan Barnes’s eyes were darkened with an unruly and sinister air, and he rolled out a word from his throat, "Get lost!"
"..."
Since Ethan Barnes said that, the officers could only withdraw. His subordinate looked at him in tremorous confusion, unable to understand why their young master was always protecting Miles Linden.
At this mont, the sound of a vibrating phone was heard. Ethan’s subordinates checked and saw it was a call from the old master.
This matter had already alard the old master at the mansion.
The subordinate quickly stepped forward, "Sir, it’s the old master’s call."
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