My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 50

Compensation?

He used the word 'compensation'?

Alice Clyne looked at Patrick, who was in front of her, and suddenly felt that he was a little unfamiliar.

She had never wanted his apology, nor any compensation.

But it didn't matter now.

"It's all in the past now." Alice Clyne said indifferently, his hand holding onto the bottle, "Then I'll go first, you take care of your injuries."

She limped forward.

"What happened to your foot?" Patrick noticed that she was busy moving and frowned, "You came to see the doctor, I will accompany you."

"No need, I'll go by myself."

She was going to treat her foot. It was too painful, much worse than she had imagined.

Patrick ran a few steps and caught up, "I know the chief physician here, he's an expert in treating people like this, I'll accompany you!"

"There's really no need."

Alice Clyne rejected him once again, with a resolute and decisive tone, and she forcefully cut off his words.

Patrick wanted to support her but his hands froze in midair.

"Thank you for your kind intentions." Alice Clyne courteously, yet estranged said, "You are Mary's husband, and I am Mary's sister. I have also intertwined with you two like that before, this is not a good idea. "Don't worry, I'll find a doctor myself."

Patrick looked at her and his lips slightly moved. He wanted to say something, but couldn't say a single word.

"Goodbye."

She suddenly thought of something and turned around .He was looking at her with a complicated expression on his face.

She had never seen that kind of gaze in his eyes before, so she was stunned.

Patrick quickly withdrew his gaze and recovered his composure. He smiled at her, "What's wrong?"

Patrick looked at him strangely, then said: "I remember that you also graduated from New York University, do you know how to contact your university classmates?"

"The school always has information on graduates. Are you looking for someone?" Patrick asked.

"Right, I want to find a way to contact wondering if she would be able to obtain the information when she went to school.

Her notoriety is probably still in vogue.

The teachers should still be the same, probably hating her to the bone.

Patrick saw that she was in a difficult situation, and said gently, "I just happen to return to New York University to give a speech in a few days, if you're not in a hurry, why don't I help you get it?

Hearing that, Alice Clyne subconsciously wanted to reject.

But she was not sure if she could get the information, and she was not sure if William Cullen was purposely fawning on her, not giving her an answer. This could be the fastest way to obtain the information.

"Will it be too much trouble for you?" Alice Clyne looked at Patrick. The thought of freedom had the upper hand.

"A small matter." "Thank you." Alice Clyne said, "My classmate's name is Rosanna Tiffany, and her skills in the arts, I would like to know her contact method."

"Alright, I'll get it for you." Patrick nodded.

"Thank you, goodbye."

Alice Clyne lowered her head to him and turned to leave.

Patrick looked at her back which was getting further away, and the expression on his feminine face was somewhat complex, after a while, he leaned on the wall.

The wall was cold.

Patrick leaned his back against the wall and stared fixedly ahead, the light in his eyes gradually dimming down.

Thank you, thank you

She thanked him politely.

In the long corridor of the hospital, Alice Clyne walked while feeling pain, step by step, as if she was walking on a blade's edge.

"Hey!"

A voice sounded like it in debt sounded in the corridor, sounding sullen.

Alice Clyne raised her head and saw William Cullen standing a few meters away from him. Her entire body was filled with hostility and the expression on her face was unfathomable.

Why hasn't he left the hospital yet?

She was shocked, and the image of Brother Mike's face, which had been beaten black and blue surfaced in her mind. She reflexively looked back, but there was no one where Patrick was standing just a moment ago.

"What are you looking at?"

William Cullen walked over to her side and asked unhappily.

"Nothing."

Alice Clyne's attitude towards him was not good.

"What's with your attitude? Don't forget, about our relationship, I'm your superior and you're my subordinate!" William Cullen reminded her again.

Alice Clyne ignored him and continued to drag her painful leg forward.

"My feet are swollen like pig's feet, yet I'm still running!"William Cullen glared at her fiercely before taking a step forward and easily lifting her up on his shoulder.

"What are you doing? Put me down."

Alice Clyne hung from his body, dizzy.

Alice Clyne tyrannically carried her along the road, attracting a few curious gazes from the bystanders. Alice Clyne turned her head to the side in embarrassment, but he still openly carried her away.

He carried her all the way to the doctor's office.

The doctor and the two nurses stood there and looked at William Cullen, trembling.

William Cullen placed Alice Clyne on the chair, and looked at the doctor haughtily, "You can show it to her now."

"Yes, Mr. Cullen, I have prepared all the ingredients just now. Winding ankle is not a big deal, let me take a look." The doctor hurriedly said as he squatted in front of Alice Clyne and humbly looked at her feet.

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