Before Lewis could say anything, Conrad was the first one to pipe up anxiously. "What's wrong? Is it serious?"
Anna replied, "I don't know, but it looks really bad, not to mention the wound is close to his heart. I suggest you get a check-up at the hospital, Chairman Alvarez. I don't have the courage to treat this wound without proper equipment."
Conrad retorted, "I don't think his heart is injured. If that's truly the case, then—"
If Lewis' heart got injured, how was he alive and still kicking? Then again, Conrad didn't dare to say such things in front of his boss.
Anna stated, "It's best to get it checked out. You should get some stitches for your wound too, or else it will be difficult for you to heal."
She could tell Lewis' wound was deep and hadn't healed much. Besides, there were also traces of unknown medicinal herbs stuffing the wound, so she had no idea what Lewis' condition was like.
The man was obviously irritated when he heard the doctor's suggestion.
At that point, the living room was starting to become noisy. The bedroom door suddenly swung open, revealing Josephine, who walked out of the room while rubbing her eyes sleepily.
She looked surprised when she noticed the people in the living room. All traces of sleep vanished instantly.
"Madam," Conrad greeted.
Josephine didn't know who he was, so she ignored him after glancing his way. After that, she walked toward Lewis right away.
Upon noticing his state of undress, the young woman's first instinct was to check his wound.
However, before she could proceed, Lewis halted her actions, preventing her from turning him around. Instead, he gently redirected her gaze to meet his own.
Josephine's approach to examining his wound was straightforward. She would take a single glance at the injury, swiftly assessing that it had not healed adequately, and immediately proceed to provide him with treatment.
It was fine if Josephine did that when no one was around, but if she were to do that with everyone watching—
Lewis still had a reputation to maintain.
He hugged Josephine with one arm tightly while ordering coldly, "Let's go to the hospital."
If one were to study the man's actions right now, one would have noticed that he seemed to be chaining Josephine to his side despite his intimate actions.
Thankfully, Josephine couldn't speak at all, which was advantageous to Lewis' case. He knew for sure that she wouldn't be talking dirty to him in front of everyone.
Josephine stopped struggling when she heard the word "hospital." The hospital was definitely a good place for Lewis because the doctors there could check his wound meticulously. She was confident that the man would recover quickly there.
Sierra's gaze kept darting from Lewis to Josephine. She didn't know if she was jealous or angry, but the emotion consuming her at the moment was most likely a mixture of both. She balled up her fists tightly, feeling sharp nails digging into her palms.
However, the woman didn't show any emotion on her face.
Lewis didn't bother looking at her. Instead, he took Josephine's hand, grabbed his jacket, and left the suite with her.
Sierra stood behind them while glaring at their backs. A murderous intent flashed across her eyes, but it went unnoticed by everyone else.
That bloodthirsty urge was directed at Josephine.
Subconsciously, Sierra fiddled with the black pin tucked in her pocket. At the same time, the resolve in her eyes slowly hardened.
Josephine seemed to have sensed something, seeing as she whipped around all of a sudden to make eye contact with Sierra.
The latter's gaze made her tense up right away, prompting her to avert her gaze and lower her head before following Lewis into the elevator.
Honestly speaking, Josephine preferred the island. She and Lewis were the only ones there, not to mention the scenery there was breathtaking.
Once they returned to the mainland, the other people's gazes stressed the young woman out. The woman named Sierra was especially scary. Josephine felt as though she couldn't breathe when she looked at her earlier.
Soon, they arrived at the hospital.
Lewis entrusted Josephine to Conrad and told him to keep an eye on her.
After that, he headed to the inpatient department. It was very rare for the man to allow his doctor to give him a check-up.
Then again, Lewis was the only one who knew the reason why.
When the doctor was done studying the X-ray film, he couldn't help but exclaim in awe, "This is a miracle! I can't believe your wound didn't worsen even though you spent half a month not getting any treatment!"
Lewis just sat on his chair with an impassive look on his face. It was as if he wasn't the injured person here.
Conrad asked nervously, "How's his condition? Is his wound serious?"
The doctor nodded his head. "It's not just serious—the fact that the patient is still alive is a huge miracle! This wound is literally less than half an inch away from his heart! Also, it seems that he's suffered from major blood loss as well.
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