Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart-Chapter 1726 - 1716: Ms. Clark has been looking for you all night

In the mansion bedroom.

The maid was tucking in Enna Clark.

Suddenly, with a bang, the bedroom door was slammed open. Immediately, someone rushed in like a whirlwind.

The man exuded a fierce aura from head to toe. Upon seeing Enna Clark on the bed, flushed with fever and asleep, the murderous atmosphere intensified.

The air seemed to freeze, scaring the maid so much that her body trembled violently, stammering, "Ba... Baron..."

"Get out!" Baron Lawrence’s voice was cold, as if a fire was blazing in his chest.

"Yes, Young Master Baron." The servant didn’t dare delay even for a second, quickly running out.

Baron Lawrence clenched his fists, standing by the bed, looking at the small woman with her eyes tightly closed and eyebrows furrowed. It was the same face.

Two hours ago, she still had the ability to make him so angry he wanted to shoot her. And now, in a blink, she was lying here like this.

Baron Lawrence didn’t know why he felt so agitated.

His heart felt as if it was afflicted with a terminal illness, on the verge of being unable to breathe.

He stood by Enna Clark’s bed for a while, then suddenly turned and walked towards the living room.

In the living room, Scott Harris had just sent off the doctor and came in.

At a glance, he saw his agitated expression, pressed his lips together, respectfully approached him, bowing his head reverently, and said, "Lord."

"What happened?" Baron Lawrence’s voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t slept well for a long time. It had a unique gritty quality, like sandpaper across strings, indescribably deep and rich.

But Scott Harris only heard the prelude to a storm brewing.

He repeated what the personal doctor had just told him to Baron Lawrence, then hesitantly looked up and added, "Last night, after you left the hospital, Ms. Clark went out to look for you. She insisted on searching for you all night, wanting to have a good talk with you. But since you didn’t answer Ms. Clark’s calls, she could only search around the hospital like a headless fly. It wasn’t until morning that she agreed to return to the mansion after my persuasion..."

"Shi-t!" Baron Lawrence kicked over a nearby trash can, his handsome face full of agitation.

He didn’t know...

He thought Enna Clark stayed at the hospital all night, with Lyle Westbrook. That’s why Lyle Westbrook came over early in the morning to bring her things.

Last night, he indeed didn’t answer the phone, because he didn’t know what he could say to her.

If he talked about Lyle Westbrook, he feared he wouldn’t be able to control himself and might say something hurtful to her.

Moreover, her act of closing her eyes last night truly infuriated him.

So, he didn’t answer her call.

If he had known that she would be foolish enough to search everywhere for him, he surely would have answered!

How could he have known she would get a fever? And, since her body felt unwell, why did she still run around? He wasn’t two or three years old; not finding him meant not finding him—he wouldn’t be kidnapped. Didn’t she know her health was important? Or did she think she was Superwoman with underwear on the outside?

"Lord, Ms. Clark, she..."

Scott Harris wanted to say a few words for Enna Clark, to explain from her perspective why she would mention breaking up this morning.

However, before he could say anything, the man who stood with clenched fists had already turned and returned to the bedroom.

"Find a bottle of white liquor, a good one!"

Just relying on the IV drip, when will the fever go down? What if the fever continues and she becomes foolish?

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