Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 2727: Chapter 2736: Moving to a Safer Place

The person responsible for keeping watch returned to report, ”Lord, they got in the car and left.”

”Hmm.”

Baron Lawrence got up, turned around, and walked to the bedside, asking, ”Can you get up? We need to move to a safer place.”

Howe Westbrook was so humiliated, he must be harboring a grudge, and there’s a high chance he’ll return with reinforcements.

After all, this is Country T, the territory of the Westbrook Family.

Even if he temporarily brought a special forces team over, it wouldn’t withstand being in the opponent’s lair, as they have the numbers. If Howe Westbrook regroups and returns, they might not be able to withstand the attack.

”It might be difficult, but I’ll try.” Lyle Westbrook lifted the blanket.

Only then did the others realize how seriously he was injured.

His waist and abdomen were completely wrapped in bandages. His thigh was also injured. Despite the thick bandages, blood was soaking through, indicating the severity of his injuries.

A black bodyguard stepped forward to help him up.

Lyle Westbrook barely managed to stand.

Even such a simple action caused beads of sweat to form on his forehead, and his already pale face turned even more ghostly white.

No wonder he hadn’t switched hospitals the past two days.

It was clear that it wasn’t that Lyle Westbrook didn’t realize staying in one place for long was dangerous, but the car accident had injured him so badly he couldn’t move.

Baron Lawrence furrowed his brow and commanded the black man, ”Carry him down.”

”Yes, Lord.”

With the help of several people, the burly black man carried Lyle Westbrook down. They quickly got into the car, and the dozens of people immediately evacuated the small villa and headed to the outskirts—

In the outskirts, the mountains and rivers were picturesque, and at the edge was the Military District of City T. The convoy drove into the military district, traveling unhindered to the clinic nearby.

The car stopped.

The military doctors here had already received the notice and had prepared a stretcher outside in advance.

As soon as the vehicle stopped, someone directed the stretcher bearers, ”Quick, quick, carry the injured in, be careful not to touch the wounds.”

After a frantic hustle, Lyle Westbrook was carried inside.

The military doctor examined his wounds, re-stitched them, administered a dose of anti-inflammatory drug, and instructed him to rest before leaving.

Lyle Westbrook lay on the bed, his left leg and the recently stitched areas on his waist and abdomen burning with pain. He closed his eyes, relying on self-discipline to endure the pain. Once it became tolerable, he reopened his eyes, pulled out a phone, and sent a message to the undercover agent beside Howe Westbrook, instructing them to continue lurking. Meanwhile, he tightened his lips and began planning the subsequent counterattack.

The reason he took such a risk this time, beyond his severe injuries that made movement unsuitable, was because the Westbrook Family succession struggle had reached a fever pitch. He and Howe Westbrook were at a point of mutual destruction. He still wanted to give Howe Westbrook a chance to see if he would consider their brotherhood.

If Howe Westbrook cared about their brotherhood, he would also show mercy, even if it meant letting Howe Westbrook manage the Westbrook Family. He only needed enough power to protect Enna Clark.

But Howe Westbrook just now showed no regard for brotherly ties. As soon as he discovered his location, he immediately came after him, wishing for his immediate death without even wanting to say more...