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?"

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

Etheridge, is

best orthopedic specialist

"Right away!"

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

you mind setting her down so I can

Effie down, as if she were the crown

Don't hurt her," Lyman

nodded, just

thigh, checking every bruise and scrape.

could tell, there was nothing too alarming. Was he

fine. He's just..." She glanced at Lyman,

was making a mountain out of

not

these scrapes and bandage

"Thank you."

treated, Lyman scooped Effie up