Winner Takes All novel Chapter 552

When Jack entered the ward.

Mr. Ward silently went to the back of his wheelchair in Brent’s place.

While Brent stealthily walked up to the bedside and scrutinized the data on the equipment.

The whole thing looked normal.

But Jack’s heart crumbled when he saw it.

Brent…was ready to execute!

Lyndall’s fate would be decided the moment he opened up.

Jack shifted his gaze onto Lyndall, who was lying on the bed.

Even though he was out of hazard, Lyndall was having a hard time catching his breath.

At the moment Jack looked at Lyndall.

Lyndall, who was wearing an oxygen mask, was looking back at him.

Seemed to be filled with mixed emotions, his eyes turned red.

While exchanging gaze, Jack couldn’t help but tightened his grip at the armrest again.

He never had any aversion towards Lyndall.

Even when it came to Katherine’s incident, he felt nothing more than mere displeased.

One could even say that, the Katherine’s incident aside, Jack actually had a good impression towards Lyndall.

George sent assassins to go after Lyndall this time all because of the “Plum Bar” incident. And Lyndall was a victim being set up by Charlie in the “Plum Bar” incident.

All in all, Lyndall was actually a mere victim in this game.

But he was now in the situation where his fate would be decided by one sentence.

There was no room for conversation. The first sentence out of his mouth would be deciding whether he lived or died.

In comparison, there was a huge gap between the probabilities of the two possible results.

One could say there was almost no chance of him surviving this.

After a few seconds of silence, Lyndall’s lips under the oxygen mask moved.

“Brent.”

Mr. Ward waved his hand.

Brent immediately took off the oxygen mask.

“Phew…”

Exhaling deeply, Lyndall gave Jack a grateful smile, “Thank you…”

“You’re welcome.”

Jack tried to be cool and smile back.

But he was so nervous his heart was in his throat. Was a thank you…enough?

I needed you to say something that could make you live on!

As Lyndall opened his mouth.

Brent’s face turned dark and killing vibe sparkled in his eyes.

“Brent, pour young master a glass of water.”

Mr. Ward cut his actions off with an order.

Jack’s gaze was locked on Lyndall. He never felt this nervous before even when facing his own death.

Lyndall’s words and attitude will decide whether he lived or died.

With a mere probability of living out of this.

Even if Jack wanted Lyndall to live, the words had to come out from Lyndall’s mouth or Mr. Ward and Brent wouldn’t let Lyndall live.

Jack knew there was no room for bargain on this matter.

Mr. Ward and Brent stated that clearly with their attitude.

They had never been so firm with their stance before this.

“Young master, have some water.”

Brent passed Jack the glass of water and walked back to Lyndall’s side.

“Thank you.”

Jack nodded towards Brent.

At this moment, Lyndall, who was silent, opened up again.

He was injured badly. It was a miracle that he was out of hazard.