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.

got up and went out. After a while, he brought back a few doctors in white coats. Before Harold could scold them, Larry had already taken the initiative. "Why are you looking for Luke? You should let the doctors check on

breathed a sigh of relief. "Your life is no longer in danger since you've woken up, but you have to take good care

directly, "When can I be discharged from

"With your injury, it will take at least

wait any longer." Harold said

wound is too close to the

should go out first.

doctor could only sigh

his foot, sat down, crossed his legs, and took

look at him. "Haven't you already guessed

his soft palm hurt. He pursed his lips and said, "What kind of conflict

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

person was Harold's

conflicts with him.

one that