Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 214

Vinson Elliott gave Randell a hearty slap on the back. Usually, Randell strutted around like nothing in the world could faze him, but right now he was hunched over, as timid as a rabbit.

Trust Lyman to shake him up.

"What do you think?" Vinson pressed.

Randell pressed a hand to his forehead and groaned, “Ugh, my head is spinning. I need a doctor."

Vinson shot him a look. "Honestly, you're acting like some mangy old dog. Wait until Lyman gives you a kick-you'll be cured in no time."

Randell scowled. "Hold on, why an old dog? I'm still young, thank you very much!"

Vinson rolled his eyes so hard he practically saw the ceiling. He's missing the point entirely as usual.

Effie arrived at the nearby hospital just as Suzan was being rushed into the emergency room.

"Where's the doctor? Is anyone here?"

Effie in his arms, radiated such a fierce, unapproachable energy that people instinctively kept their distance. No one dared get

is this young

specialist here,

"Right away!"

against Lyman's chest, clearly embarrassed. Dr. Quinn's heart skipped a beat-this looked serious. He worried that if Effie's injuries

her down so I

then did Lyman gently set Effie down, as if

Don't hurt

just as careful. "Of

thigh, checking every

there was nothing too alarming. Was he missing something? Was his

He's just..." She glanced at

finally understood-Lyman was making a mountain out of a

smart enough not to blame Lyman for

clean up these scrapes

"Thank you."

her wounds were treated, Lyman scooped Effie up again and carried her