Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart-Chapter 1682 - 1672: Gave Bobby’s Little Bottom a Spank

In the hallway, Enna Clark continued to wait.

Seeing Lyle Westbrook arrive, she was first surprised, and then felt much more at ease.

No one knew better than her how skilled Lyle was in the field of hematology. As long as Lyle was here, Gigi would be fine.

As her heart relaxed, she felt a twinge of post-fear.

Bobby pursed his lips tightly the whole way, being constantly turned back, and finally moved to her side, gripping her sleeve. His pretty little face was full of worry, and he uttered a suppressed, "Woman."

Enna placed her big hand over his small one and only then noticed that his hand was slightly cool. She touched Bobby’s forehead and found that it was also a bit cool. She bent down and whispered to him, "Okay, don’t worry. Uncle Westbrook is here, and Gigi will definitely be fine."

Bobby also knew that Lyle Westbrook was more adept than many doctors in treating Gigi’s condition, so his tense back relaxed a little. He gave a low "Mm."

Seeing that he was still very downcast and that his hand was still cold despite her warming it, Enna remained worried about him. Considering for a moment, she suggested, "Baby, how about you go back to the hotel and rest for a bit? You might have a slight cold. If you keep staying here, you’ll easily get a fever. Go back and let Brother Hayes make you some cold medicine. After you drink it, take a nap. By the time you wake up, Gigi will probably be out."

Baron Lawrence was still inside, and she didn’t know how he was doing. free𝑤ebnovel.com

When he had rushed in to give blood earlier, his face didn’t look well.

Now that he had given Gigi several rounds of blood within a few hours, she worried that he wouldn’t be able to hold up.

She also wanted to ask him if he had called Lyle Westbrook.

If so, how did he know about Lyle? Had he not forgotten that part of his memory? Did Scott Harris or Adam Sinclair tell him about Lyle?

Bobby did not want to go anywhere; he just wanted to stay here.

Hearing this, he clung tightly to Enna’s clothes, stubbornly remaining silent.

Enna knew that he still felt guilty about Gigi’s injury, but he really couldn’t stay here anymore. If he continued waiting here, his body wouldn’t be able to hold up.

She bent down and coaxed him softly, "Gigi will definitely want her brother as soon as she comes out. If you catch a cold, you won’t be able to go near her. She’ll start crying again by then."

"She won’t," Bobby frowned, saying this, though his expression was clearly uncertain.

"If Gigi cries for her brother and I can’t calm her down... She just lost a lot of blood, and she’s low on oxygen. If she really starts crying, she might pass out..." She was completely exaggerating, her goal being to coax Bobby into going back to drink his medicine first.

At just five years old, Bobby was already a genius who knew how to sell lollipops for a profit at kindergarten. Though worried about his sister, his mind was still sharp. Initially, his heart did twitch with anxiety. But as Enna continued talking, he lifted his head, his little face stiffening, and began to lecture, "Using deception to educate children is wrong."

"..."

"No, this is considered an intimidation approach to education. This kind of education is even more wrong than deception." His little sideways glance was exactly the expression unique to the men of the Lawrence Family. With a look that said ’lucky for you that I am your son, or you’d be done for,’ he showed his disdain. From an outsider’s perspective, it seemed as if he were the older one and Enna the younger one.

Enna’s mouth twitched; she rudely swatted his bottom and said bluntly, "Is it right for you to have a cold and not take medicine, arguing with me here?"

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