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

thread passing through her flesh. Her brows furrowed as she endured it, unaware that

completed five stitches in total. When he finally said, “All done,” Emelie’s entire body relaxed. She sank back onto the bed, exhausted, with

forehead.

the hospital for two days for TV antibiotics.

interjected, “Ashton, handle

take care of it. But your wound can’t wait any longer,” Ashton said urgently, noting that William’s bandage was stained with blood

Emelle one last time Seeing her resting with her eyes closed, he finally allowed the nurse to

seeing William off to the operating room, Ashton returned to retrieve Emelie’s ID for the

request; her injury only required an IV drip and didn’t justify a VIP room. However, since Ashton had

for Mr. Middleton. He’s in rough shape but insisted on seeing you stitched

If anything were to happen to him under my watch, I wouldn’t know how to face Mr. Middleton Senior

ahead. I’m fine

released a breath. The anesthesia hadn’t worn off yet,

sedative effect, and she started to feel drowsy. She didn’t fight the urge to sleep and closed

the traumatic events, she

gray, people fled in panic as aggressive dogs attacked, and

Bang-

room. She glanced toward the

in my room?” she

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