Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 212 Lifesaver

Enelle initially glanced at William’s abdominal wound, but it was too obscured by blood to see clearly. His face had paled from blood loss, accentuating the intensity of his brows

and eyes

“Ms. Swanson is seriously injured. It’s only natural for Mr. Swanson to attend to her first,” Emelle replied.

Willum’s gaze swept over her face as he remarked coldly, “You’re quick to defend him.”

The doctor readied himself and approached Emelie’s bed with an anesthetic syringe in hand. “Please refrain from speaking now. We’re about to start stitching.”

Emelie nodded, pressing her lips and holding her breath.

On the other side, William’s doctor remarked, “This isn’t good. There’s still bleeding. We need to prepare for surgery to check for internal injuries.”

Knowing William’s identity, the doctor dared not be negligent. “Mr. Middleton, you need surgery immediately,” the doctor insisted.

Standing beside William, Ashton appeared anxious and worried. “Doctor, you must save Mr. Middleton!”

William raised his hand to signal for silence. The nurses were ready to wheel him to the operating room, but he motioned for them to wait a moment.

Once Emelie was numbed with anesthesia, the doctor started stitching her wound. Emebe kept her eyes tightly shut

she couldn’t feel the pain, she could unmistakably sense the needle and thread passing through her flesh. Her brows furrowed as she endured it, unaware that William

entire body relaxed. She sank back onto the bed, exhausted, with a sheen of sweat on

forehead.

“You’ll need to remain in the hospital for two days for TV antibiotics. Do you

William interjected, “Ashton, handle her

longer,” Ashton said urgently,

her eyes closed, he finally allowed the nurse to wheel

room, Ashton returned to retrieve Emelie’s ID for the admission paperwork. Emelle was then moved to

her injury only required an IV drip and didn’t justify a VIP room. However,

rest up first. I’ll wait in the operating room for Mr. Middleton. He’s in rough shape but insisted on seeing you stitched up before

loss is very risky. If anything were to happen to him under my watch, I wouldn’t know how to face Mr. Middleton Senior and Mrs. Middleton…“Ashton

softly, “Go ahead. I’m fine here.”

anesthesia hadn’t worn off yet, so she

medication appeared in have a sedative effect, and she started to feel

traumatic events, she boce lingering

road. The sky was gray, people fled in panic as aggressive dogs attacked,

Bang-

glanced toward the door in confusion

you doing in my room?” she

“I’m paying for the hospital stay.