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.

coats. Before Harold could scold them, Larry had already taken the initiative. "Why are you looking for Luke? You should let the doctors

and breathed a 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.

"When can I be

it will take at least one

longer." Harold said coldly,

The wound is too close to

go out first. I'll talk

only sigh

his foot, sat down, crossed

him. "Haven't

his hand, and the hard brass bullet made his soft palm hurt. He pursed his lips and said, "What

there was only one person who was particularly fond of Browning M1911. Even if

was Harold's biological father,

too many conflicts with him.

one that makes him think