With his status, how could he be so badly injured? Where is Mr. Harris? Where is Adam Sinclair? Don't they care about him?
As soon as she pulled her hand back, the man grabbed it, forcefully pressing it on the gaping wound! Enna's fingertips suddenly touched the warm blood, scalding her and causing her to struggle to pull her hand away.
"Ugh!" Baron Lawrence groaned, his voice hoarse, "Do you, woman, want to murder your own husband? Don't move."
His face was slightly pale, and Enna didn't dare to move at all.
About a minute later, his face eased a little and he suddenly said, "It's because of you."
"Huh?"
"Every single injury here is because of you, Enna Clark."
Because of her?
Enna opened her mouth in disbelief, shocked.
As if talking about someone else's business, Baron Lawrence casually said, "You suddenly left Linton City, I drove to the airport, and got into a car accident."
It was actually a car accident!
No wonder his face looked sickly pale on TV last time.
