Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 907: Chapter 907: A ‘Angel’-like Man

The housekeeper mentioned this, his eyes stealing an admiring glance at the young man.

He had heard that Young Master Lyle had once gone abroad incognito to be a doctor, but he hadn’t expected Young Master Lyle’s medical skills to be so good.

At first, the doctors who had examined Miss had concluded she had leukemia, but Lyle insisted it was a hereditary blood disorder, and sure enough, after thorough examinations, it was confirmed that Lyle was right—the Miss indeed had a hereditary blood disorder.

“Uncle…” came the adorable, milky voice.

The housekeeper glanced again at the little girl, clinging like a koala, and was even more moved.

When Miss was first brought back by Lyle, she was dirty and feverish, gripping Lyle’s clothes tightly, yet she was well-behaved and didn’t cry or fuss.

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Whether the doctor was giving her an injection or drawing blood, as long as Lyle was there, she cooperated quietly.

But once Lyle was out of sight, the well-behaved girl who didn’t cry or fuss would start crying in a way that no one could comfort her. As soon as Lyle arrived and held her, she would stop crying immediately. It was truly fate, no wonder Lyle was so fond of her.

Lyle Westbrook patted the head of the little one trying to talk to him in baby talk and asked the housekeeper, “Has she not slept at all since she woke up this morning?”

“Yes, Miss woke up and cried when she found Young Master Lyle was not there. Later, the maid taking care of her came up with an idea, to let Miss wait for you at the door, and then she stopped crying.”

Waiting for him at the door…

People with blood diseases shouldn’t be in the sun too long, and she’d just recovered from a high fever; she couldn’t be exposed to the wind. Didn’t that maid know these basic facts?

Lyle frowned again, and although he didn’t say anything, the housekeeper clearly felt his displeasure and bowed his head, not daring to speak.

Fortunately, even though Lyle was displeased, he didn’t say much more, just picked up the giggling little girl and walked upstairs, “I’m going to take her for a nap; don’t disturb us unless it’s necessary!”

“Yes.”

The housekeeper watched as he ascended the stairs.

Right then, the two maids assigned to care for Giselle Lawrence came in from outside. Not seeing anyone in the living room, the prettier of the young women approached the housekeeper and asked, puzzled, “Uncle Bennett, where is Miss?”

According to the rules, she should not question the housekeeper, but she was pretty and young, and the housekeeper treated her like his own daughter. So, he did not mind her informal tone, “Young Master Lyle took her upstairs to take a nap.”

“Oh.” Talia couldn’t hide her disappointment, but quickly, as if she had just thought of something, she happily said, “I’ll go make porridge for Miss. That way, when Miss wakes up, she can eat.”

“Young Master Lyle hasn’t arranged for…” her companion maid couldn’t help but call out to her.

Talia turned back, all smiles, stuck out her tongue and said, “Even if he hasn’t arranged, I can prepare in advance, right? I’m doing this for Miss’s best interest; Lyle won’t be angry.”

Lyle hadn’t been angry when she had previously spoken out of turn, against the rules, had he?

Millie was just too cautious. Young Master Lyle wasn’t that scary. There was no need to be so careful and anxious.

She skipped and hopped on her way to the kitchen, and Millie couldn’t even call out to stop her as a worried expression appeared involuntarily on her face.

Even the usually kind housekeeper frowned at her series of actions, “Lyle and Miss’s food is prepared by special people; what on earth is she doing making porridge? It’s totally inexplicable. Millie, do you know what that girl is thinking?”

Millie shook her head nervously, not daring to reveal her own guess, “I don’t know.”