Chapter 1194: Chapter 1189: Don’t Treat the Wounds, Just Keep Her Breathing!

Hannah Hargrave finished speaking and hung up the call, activated the phone’s camera function, and took a photo of Sophie Foster lying weakly on the sickbed, then sent it to Nicholas Croft.

The phone vibrated in his palm, Nicholas Croft picked it up and opened WeChat, and the sight that greeted him was a picture that made him feel unbearable pain.

The woman on the sickbed had a face that was pale on one side, while the other...

Grinding his teeth, Nicholas Croft exited the interface and found Hannah Hargrave’s number and dialed, his voice lowered with gritted hatred.

"Hannah Hargrave, what do you really want?"

"Didn’t I tell you my condition?" Hannah Hargrave chuckled softly in response.

"Impossible!" Nicholas Croft gritted his teeth, his stance firm.

On the other end of the call, Hannah Hargrave also retracted her smile, her expression turned grim, and she coldly said, "If you can’t do it, don’t call me."

Finished speaking, she once again cut off the call.

Nicholas Croft tightly clenched the phone in his palm, his cold eyes tightened as he pocketed the phone and strode out of the Hargrave Family’s villa.

"Lunatic!" Josephine Hawthorne sneered at his back, and after Nicholas Croft walked out, she also picked up the phone to call her daughter.

In the room, Hannah Hargrave had just put her phone in her purse, when the ringtone sounded again.

She took out her phone, glanced at the caller, and answered with obvious impatience, "Mom, it’s so late, what is it?"

"Hannah, quickly tell me, what did you do to that little slut?" Josephine Hawthorne’s voice was filled with joy, feeling delighted thinking about how her daughter had hidden Sophie Foster away.

A pair of mean lovers, they had hurt her darling daughter quite a lot back then.

"Mom, don’t ask about it, I’m coming home right now!" Hannah Hargrave impatiently ended the call, put the phone back in her purse, and before leaving, coldly instructed the medical staff, "Don’t worry about her wound, just keep her breathing, understood!"

"Yes." The medical staff slightly lowered their head in agreement.

In front of the Hargrave Family’s villa gate, Nicholas Croft sat in the driver’s seat, one hand resting on the car door while holding a cigarette, billowing clouds of smoke, his dark eyes slightly squinted, as if deep in thought.

After an indefinite period, a beam of light came on in the distance, Nicholas Croft suddenly perked up, took a harsh drag of the cigarette between his fingers, then pressed it into the ashtray.

Watching as the vehicle opposite approached him and stopped in front of the gate, when Hannah Hargrave got out of the driver’s seat, Nicholas Croft also opened his car door.

Seemingly anticipating Nicholas Croft intercepting at her family’s gates, not to mention already seeing his car from afar parked at her gate, there was not a trace of surprise on Hannah Hargrave’s face.

Flinging the car door shut, she put the car keys into her bag, smiled as she looked at the man with a chilling presence all over, and said, "Waited for a long time, haven’t you?"

"Hannah Hargrave, I can agree to anything except that condition." Nicholas Croft slammed the car door and slowly walked towards Hannah Hargrave, she shifted slightly and leaned against her car, looking amused, and raised an eyebrow saying "Oh?" as she asked, "Would you agree if I wanted your company?"

Facing Hannah Hargrave’s outrageous demand, Nicholas Croft’s dark pupils tightened, came to face her, and said, "Fine, as long as you return Lara to me."

Money lost can be earned again, but his Lara could not be without him. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Seeing Nicholas Croft’s resolute stance, Hannah Hargrave sneered, and raising her hand, she slid it across Nicholas Croft’s face, as she suddenly leaned in slowly speaking, "But I only want you, what should I do?"

Nicholas Croft...

The slightly tight dark pupils contained a dangerous glint, as suddenly his body leaned forward, pinning Hannah Hargrave between his chest and the car body.