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?"

such a fierce, unapproachable energy that people instinctively kept their distance. No one dared get

Etheridge, is this

orthopedic specialist here, now!"

"Right away!"

over, out of breath. He noticed Lyman still cradling Effie, and Effie's face was buried against Lyman's chest, clearly embarrassed. Dr. Quinn's heart skipped a beat-this looked serious. He worried that if Effie's injuries

Etheridge, um... would you mind setting her down so I

did Lyman gently set Effie down, as if

hurt

just as careful. "Of

Effie's arm and thigh, checking every bruise and scrape. As

alarming. Was he missing

glanced at Lyman, exasperated. "He worries

making

was smart enough not to blame Lyman for

these scrapes

"Thank you."

her wounds were treated, Lyman scooped Effie