Read Novel Full Chapter 1685 - 1675: For Her, Almost Got Shot in the Heart
Chapter 1685: Chapter 1675: For Her, Almost Got Shot in the Heart
Lyle Westbrook’s handsome face, resembling an angel, was cold and detached. His dark peach blossom eyes glanced at him, exuding an invisible pressure despite him not saying a word.
The assistant knew his temperament, but as someone serving the Princess Consort, he was genuinely concerned about the Young Master’s health. He bit his lip and said, "Young Master, the doctors have all said that your heart condition requires a long period of rest and recuperation to gradually recover to that of an ordinary person. Ms. Gigi’s bleeding has stopped; the nurses can handle the rest. It’s just bandaging, and the medical staff at this hospital can manage it well..."
"Haven’t I told you not to mention my heart condition?" He asked coldly, as if it were just a casual question.
But the assistant could sense the extreme displeasure beneath his words.
Cold sweat broke out on his back, and he lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to speak his mind, "I know you don’t want Ms. Clark to know. But, you’ve done so much for Ms. Clark, and she knows nothing about it. What’s the point?"
The assistant truly felt it was not worth it and couldn’t help but say, "You have always protected her secretly. This time, you found out someone was plotting against Ms. Clark. You ventured alone into the enemy’s territory and dealt with them before they could harm her. But their bullet grazed your heart; if the Princess Consort hadn’t found an expert, you might not have been saved in time."
"Even if you were saved, you were left with a heart condition, needing special medication daily to maintain your heart rate. Clearly... clearly you did so much for Ms. Clark, why won’t you tell her? I believe Ms. Clark is not an ungrateful person, she..."
Enna’s ears were buzzing.
Lyle had been protecting her secretly, risking his life for her, almost dying.
Even though he was safe now, he was left with sequelae.
"Enough, don’t say any more." Lyle, unaware of Enna hidden by the staircase, coldly interrupted the assistant. His frigid gaze swept over him, with a hidden warning in his voice, "This is my business!"
"I know whose person you are. I keep you around to give her some face. But it’s just for her sake. If you are smart, you’d better think carefully about what you can say and what you can’t. If you’re not clear about it, and you say the wrong thing outside..."
He didn’t finish the sentence, but the meaning was obvious.
The assistant knew the man behind the angelic face. It was fine if you didn’t provoke him, but if you did, he was definitely not as angelic as he appeared.
Young Master Lyle...
Lyle had already recovered from the initial effects of the medication. Though displeased with his talkativeness, he also knew the assistant was loyal and would never betray him.
The reason he said those words was out of concern for him.
His cold expression softened a bit, and the exhaustion from not resting well showed in his peach blossom eyes. With the assistant’s support, he suddenly said, "She saved me..."
"What?"
Good words need not be repeated.
He had no intention of saying it twice.
Enna had saved him.
He forever remembered the day they had that car accident, how that woman tried everything to open the car door for him, even when her palms were cut, she never gave up.
He remembered the surprise and joy on her face when she finally opened the door.
He remembered her refusal to leave him behind, even though she was staggering, insisting on supporting him, determined to take him with her.