Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 997: Chapter 997: Old Master Lawrence Wants to See Her Alone Chapter 997: Chapter 997: Old Master Lawrence Wants to See Her Alone “Enough talk, hurry up!” Baron Lawrence frowned, his back muscles tensing even more.

The doctor hesitated for a moment, then took a syringe out of the box and injected him with anesthetic. Only then did he start to treat the wound.

The full-body anesthetic had a strong sleeping component, and as it took effect, Baron Lawrence slowly closed his eyes.

Enna Clark saw him still frowning despite the anesthesia and felt extreme heartache. To the doctor, she said, “Do you need any help?”

“Ms. Clark, please bring me a basin of warm water,” the doctor responded without looking back.

“Okay.”

Enna Clark hurried to fetch the water, taking three steps at a time. The doctor handed her a stack of sterilized gauze and said, “Ms. Clark, could you please wipe the blood around Lord’s wound for me?”

He added another sentence, “Remember not to let Lord’s wound come into contact with water.”

“I know.” Enna had helped Baron Lawrence with similar wounds before and had the experience.

She dipped the gauze in water, wrung it out, and carefully wiped around his wound. The welts across his back were deep and crisscrossed, the thumb-thick wounds looking particularly startling. Just by looking at his blurry, bloodied back, she could imagine how painful it was when the whip struck.

When the tips of her fingers touched his back, she could feel his back muscles spasming slightly.

It was clearly due to the intense pain of the wound’s instinctive stress response.

Enna tried to be as gentle as possible, fearing that she might touch his wound and cause him more pain.

The area around his wound was covered with clotted blood, which wasn’t easy to clean. Enna wiped for a full twenty minutes before finally getting the bloodstains completely cleared.

The doctor had already set up an IV with antibiotics for Baron Lawrence.

Seeing that she was finished, he immediately disinfected Baron’s wound, applied wound ointment, and then gave him a tetanus injection.

Only then did he wipe the sweat from his forehead and said, “All set, Ms. Clark. Lord has had an anesthetic shot and needs to rest for a few hours. During this time, try not to wake him up, so he can get a good sleep.”

“Hmm.”

She wouldn’t have woken Baron Lawrence even if he hadn’t mentioned it.

The doctor had packed everything away and picked up his medicine box. Turning to Enna, he said, “Ms. Clark, Old Lord wants to see you. He told me to bring you to him after the Lord has gone to sleep. So, shall we…?”

Baron Lawrence’s grandfather wanted to see her?

Hadn’t they just met a moment ago?

And, when the doctor came in, hadn’t he said it was the housekeeper who had asked for him?

Enna Clark wasn’t a fool; she instantly understood what was going on.

Apparently, it wasn’t the housekeeper who had the doctor come to treat Baron Lawrence’s wounds—it was Old Master Lawrence. As for why the doctor initially said it was the housekeeper who sent him, that must have been at the behest of Old Master Lawrence.

Enna suddenly realized that speaking one thing while feeling another could be a genetic disease too; from Old Master Lawrence to Baron Lawrence to her own Bobby, each one was exactly the same in this respect!

Thinking of Bobby, a smile curved her lips, and her gaze softened. Composed, she lifted her head and said to the doctor with polite courtesy, “Yes, I’d appreciate if you lead the way.”

The doctor, who had been worried she might refuse to go without the Lord present, let out a sigh of relief, Medicine Box in hand. “Of course.”

He led the way, “Ms. Clark, please follow me.”

Enna Clark followed him to the door when she suddenly seemed to remember something and said to the doctor, “Wait for me a moment.”