Yvette was in his arms and did not weigh at all. Her face was extremely pale, and her forehead got fully sweaty.
Lance tightened his entire body. He did not even dare to hold her in his arms tightly. He asked nervously, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Yvette grabbed his wrist and begged weakly, "My belly... It hurts. Save my baby."
Yvette then fainted with an even paler face...
Lance suddenly narrowed his eyes. Without hesitation, he picked her up and walked into the hospital.
"Mr. Wolseley."
Charlie stood up, and his eyes were full of worry. "Please take good care of her."
Lance stopped and turned back arrogantly.
"Watch out. The next time you tried to get close to Yvette, I would make you pay a high price for it."
His threatening words made the crowd chilled.
Lance then stepped into the hospital.
The bodyguard looked at the injured Charlie again. After all, they were ruthless just now.
