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

Etheridge, is this

specialist

"Right away!"

Quinn, the most experienced orthopedic chief, hurried 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 were beyond help,

down

Lyman gently set Effie down, as if

Don't hurt

nodded, just

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

was nothing too alarming. Was he missing something? Was his medical training

He's just..." She glanced at Lyman, exasperated. "He worries too

understood-Lyman was making

not to blame Lyman for

just clean up these scrapes

"Thank you."

were treated, Lyman scooped Effie up