The air in the operating room was still filled with the smell of blood from the surgery.
The medical staff were cleaning up the instruments.
Suddenly, someone barged in, startling them.
"Sir, you can't come in here..."
"Get lost!"
With just one word, the whole room went quiet.
Baron Lawrence rushed to the side of the operating table where the little woman with snow-white cheeks was lying, her eyes closed as if asleep.
On that delicate and beautiful face, the scars on her forehead were shocking!
Baron Lawrence's eyes flashed with pain, and his fist tightened, his veins bulging on the back of his hand.
He shouldn't have left that night.
Even if he heard her tell Wyndham Howell she didn't like him and was only reluctantly with him for Bobby's sake, so what?
At least they were together.
Legitimate, legal, and together.
