Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 877

"Beep... beep...”

The instrument rumbled. Harold slowly opened his eyes.

Larry, with two big dark circles under his eyes, quickly got close to the bed. "D*mn it... You're finally awake. I thought you were dead."

Harold had just opened his eyes, and he couldn't see anything clearly. However, when he heard Larry's wailing, he frowned and said in a hoarse voice,"... Shut up."

Larry scolded him, "You heartless son of a b*tch. I've been here with you for three days. Is this how you're supposed to talk to me?"

"..." Harold said, "Do you want me to kneel down and thank you for your great kindness?"

Larry was speechless.

"Ask Luke to come in," Harold said wearily.

Before Harold could scold them, Larry had already taken the initiative. "Why are you

sigh of relief. "Your life is no longer in danger since you've woken up, but you have to take good care of your gunshot wound. You can't fight with anyone in the near future. You

"When can I be discharged from the

and said implicitly, "With your injury, it will take at least one or two months for you to

any longer." Harold said coldly, "Ten days

shocked. "No, no! The wound is too close to

and said, "You should go out first. I'll talk to the man who doesn't cherish

doctor could only sigh and

sat down, crossed his legs, and took

at him. "Haven't

hand, and the hard brass bullet made his soft palm hurt. He pursed his lips and said, "What kind of conflict have you had with

there was only one person who was particularly fond of Browning M1911. Even if later on, M1911 released many other models, he

was Harold's biological

him.

asking about the one that