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

through her flesh. Her brows furrowed as

said, “All done,” Emelie’s entire body relaxed. She sank back onto the bed, exhausted, with

forehead.

to remain in the hospital for two days for TV antibiotics.

respond, William interjected, “Ashton, handle her

wait any longer,” Ashton said urgently, noting that William’s bandage was

time Seeing her resting with her eyes closed, he finally allowed the nurse to wheel him away.

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.

Middleton. He’s in rough shape but insisted on

anything were to happen to him under my watch, I wouldn’t

ahead. I’m fine here.”

away, and Emelie released a breath. The anesthesia hadn’t worn off yet, so she didn’t feel

and she started to feel drowsy. She didn’t fight the urge to sleep and closed her eyes.

traumatic events, she boce lingering psychological scars.

on the village road. The sky was gray, people fled in panic as aggressive dogs attacked, and the sound of a gunshot reverberated

Bang-

moment, there was a stir in the hospital room. She glanced toward the door in confusion and saw a nurse

doing in my room?” she asked.

voice was hoarse. “I’m paying for the hospital stay. Can’t be