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

unmistakably sense the needle and thread passing through her flesh. Her brows furrowed as she

body relaxed. She sank

forehead.

the hospital for two days for TV antibiotics. Do you have any family members here?”

respond, William interjected, “Ashton,

it. But your wound can’t wait any longer,” Ashton said urgently,

Emelle one last time Seeing her resting with her eyes closed, he

retrieve Emelie’s ID for the admission paperwork. Emelle was then moved

IV drip and didn’t justify

Middleton. He’s in rough shape but insisted on

very risky. If anything were to happen to him under my watch, I wouldn’t know

softly, “Go ahead. I’m fine

hurried away, and Emelie released a breath. The anesthesia hadn’t worn off

to feel drowsy. She didn’t fight the urge to

traumatic events, she boce

fled in panic as aggressive dogs attacked,

Bang-

the hospital room. She glanced toward the door in confusion and saw a nurse wheeling

in my room?”

hoarse. “I’m paying for the hospital stay. Can’t be here?”