She thought it would take a lot of persuasion to get Baron Lawrence to cooperate.
Unexpectedly, he released her and sat back down on the bed before she could even use all the reasons she had prepared.
Hospital beds are usually 1.2-meter simple reinforced ones. When he sat down, there was no space left for Enna Clark, so she had to put her supplies on the bed and stand in front of him. She bent down to help lift his clothes.
As she saw the wound on his waist again, despite being mentally prepared, Enna's heart still quivered. She carefully raised his sweater, trying not to disturb the clotting blood. Some of the blood stuck to the sweater, so she had to delicately use scissors to separate it.
Soon, Enna's forehead was covered in sweat, and she dared not be careless with her hands. "Does it hurt? If it hurts, I'll be more careful."
From his elevated position, Baron Lawrence gazed at her serious little face, and his steely heart was struck, softening in a way he couldn't fathom.
