"We're not going back, but you must go to the hospital now." Seeing the fresh blood seeping from the corners of her mouth, Baron Stuart's tone softened, his gaze filled with pain.
She had not missed the pain in his eyes.
What kind of man was he? How many hearts did he have? Why did he show her concern while simultaneously inflicting lethal harm?
The blood kept flowing out. Seeing her silent, Baron Stuart lifted her and headed towards the front door.
After about ten plus minutes, they arrived at the hospital.
"How is she?"
The doctor carefully checked Emily Walker's tongue wound while Baron Stuart, standing by, spoke softly.
The doctor stood straight, then walked back to his office desk, smiled, "No serious harm, the wound is not deep, just pay attention to your diet these few days, keep oral hygiene, though it's winter, try to suck on some cold items for an effective healing. If it hurts too much, honey can help ease the pain."
