"Dr. Yates." Layla's specialist shot her a look before saying to Sean, "I'd rather not trouble you personally on a minor surgery like this." Sean looked away, failing to remember where he had seen Layla before. Beautiful women all looked the same. Perhaps he was overthinking. He looked at the specialist. Since the previous discussion, the specialist had insisted on performing the surgery himself. Seeing his determination, Sean agreed. "Okay."After finally getting approval, the specialist let out a long breath and told the anesthetist, "Hurry up and give her the anesthesia." The anesthetist picked up a syringe and jabbed it into Caroline's arm. Watching the liquid flow into her body gradually, Caroline said weakly, "Let … let me … go …" Her eyelids felt heavier by the second as the liquid was injected into her. Images of countless people flashed in her mind. There was her mom and dad, Eddy, and her friends, but all of them only lingered briefly until Kirk's image appeared. Thinking
One look from Kirk was enough to make the bodyguard tremble. "Second floor. Number 208." After getting the information he needed, Kirk crushed the walkie-talkie under his heel and turned around to go upstairs. The bodyguards stared at each other after seeing the crushed walkie-talkie on the ground, none of them daring to move a finger. Even after Kirk had gone into the elevator, nobody dared to fish out their walkie-talkies to call for backup.The elevator arrived at the second floor in a flash. Kirk immediately spotted the red light outside the operation theater numbered 208. The piercing red gleam was like a knife slashing through Kirk's heart. He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white. He walked to the door and slammed his fist into it with a bang. The sturdy wooden door burst open, and everyone in the operation theater jumped in fright, staring at the entrance. They spotted Kirk at once, his eyes bloodshot, looking out of control. Other people didn't know
Caroline was in critical condition. That knowledge made Kirk's gaze darken as a murderous aura washed over him. The nurse shuddered as she recalled how he had burst in. She worried that he would punch her. Thank goodness he had moved far away and was busy making a call."Ask the blood bank to prepare for a blood transfusion immediately," Kirk said while gripping his phone, his voice grave. His assistant hesitated on the other end of the line. "Mr. Morrison, didn't you say you don't want others to know that you're back—""Just do what I say!" "Understood." The assistant paled and did as he was told. After hanging up, Kirk closed his eyes and slowly let out a sigh. He was still mad and had not let go of it. He returned to the operation room to see the red light above the door still lit, as though it was prophesying something. …Half an hour later, Sean walked out of the operation room looking worn out. "Caroline's fine. She'll wake up at around night time."The frown on Ki
"Kirk?""Yeah?"Leaning against him, Caroline felt the resonation in his chest as he spoke, and she realized that this was not a dream. She was lying in his arms. A blush crept up Caroline's cheeks as she breathed in the strong scent of his cologne. "Where am I?" Caroline muttered uneasily."We're in the hospital." Kirk paused and let go of Caroline.She was starting to move when he held her down."Don't move," he said. "You just had an operation. Get some rest."Caroline paled. "My kidneys …""They're still here," Kirk said, pointing at her back. "When I arrived, the operation was already halfway through. You were sewn up after that."Caroline felt relieved. After a moment, she turned to him and asked, "Are you okay?"This hospital block they were in was only accessible by the Morrisons, so outsiders could not enter it.Kirk showed a mischievous smile and moved away from Caroline. "What do you think?" She eyed him up and down to ensure he was not hurt and sighed in relief.
Kirk clenched his fists as he stared at his reflection in the glass. His assistant, Charles Lane, waited for a reply but was met with silence, so he asked, "Mr. Morrison, about our next course of action …" "Toss him to the outskirts of the city to rot." "But we're in Easton. This country isn't our territory," Charles reminded him hastily. Kirk's knuckles turned white, and his gaze darkened. "Then make him suffer for a few days. Let him go only when he learns how to keep his mouth shut." "Alright." Kirk eased the grip on his phone, emotions in chaos. He turned to see Caroline enjoying the food he had bought for her, her face glowing while she ate. She looked just like a bunny that just got its paws on some carrots, and the frown on his face gradually vanished. … Sean was a true professional. It only took three days for Caroline to move around freely. "Just one more follow-up, and you're good to go." Sean grinned."Thank you, Dr. Yates," said Caroline. Sean glanced
"This is for you," Kirk said. Their marriage was a contractual one. There was nothing besides a marriage certificate to prove it. However, after spending time with Caroline for the past few days, Kirk felt that he did not treat her well enough. So now, he was giving her a small gift. Caroline accepted the box and opened it carefully. She was stunned at what she saw; in the box sat an emerald bracelet with a bluish-green hue to it. She knew it was a prized emerald just by looking at it. It was cold and comfortable to the touch, and Caroline loved it. However, when she thought of its price …"This must cost a fortune. It's better if you'd return it," she said with reluctance. "It's not expensive." Kirk plucked the bracelet from Caroline's hands and helped her to put it on. It fit snugly and perfectly on her wrist. Her wrist was slender as it was, and the bracelet gave her an air of exquisiteness. Kirk could not help but stare at her. But then, Caroline became anxious and started
In the store, a woman in an elaborate dress sat at the counter trying on different bracelets. Gwen saw her and, disgusted, she exclaimed, "It's Brie Collins!" Caroline's hands balled into fists immediately.The Collinses had devised the downfall of the Evanses many years ago. After that, the Collinses took over her family's place as one of the four most influential families in the city. However, they were different from the other families with considerable lineage because, being nouveau riche, they did not have concrete support or power. So others often criticized them, notably after Caroline returned to the country.As the heiress of the Morrisons, Caroline had gone through rigorous etiquette training since birth. Regardless of the size of any event, she always appeared elegant and poised. However, the children of the Collins family were different and often made a fool of themselves in the eyes of the media. Even Brie Collins, the favorite daughter of Howard Collins—the head of th
Caroline smiled and held Gwen's hands gently in hers. "I believe in him!" she said. This was not only a bet with Brie but also a bet on Kirk. This time, she would see whether her hopes were placed on the right person. With the help of the shopkeeper, Caroline finally managed to take the bracelet off. Mr. York had finally arrived too. He put on some gloves, gently took the bracelet in his hands, and inspected it thoroughly. As they looked on, Brie muttered gleefully, "Caroline Evans, you're going broke today." Caroline ignored her and kept her eyes on Mr. York. After a moment, he put down the bracelet. His eyebrows were knitted together tightly. Hastily, Caroline asked, "Mr. York, is something wrong?" The appraiser was silent. Brie sauntered to the counter. "Mr. York, you're a professional in this field. Tell us the truth if it's counterfeit. You shouldn't keep quiet just because she's supposed to marry Eddy Morrison. Mr. York wore a stern expression. "That's not it, Ms. Collins