âDamn it!â
Unable to find an outlet for the fury raging in his chest, Baron Lawrence threw another punch, smashing it viciously into the wall!
His hand had already been battered and bruised from his self-abuse. As his fist hit the wall, it left a red stain on the surface!
Seeing his reaction, Scott Harris knew he hadnât listened and added, âLord, Iâm sure Ms. Clark is not in mortal danger! If Ms. Clark hadnât been saved, the police wouldnât have spent the whole night searching for her without finding anything.â
This answer was much better than the weak belief heâd held earlier. The crimson fury in Baron Lawrenceâs eyes finally receded somewhat.
His lips tightly pressed together, he clenched his still-bleeding fist and stared at Scott Harris with bottomless black eyes, ordering, âRepeat your first sentence just now!â
The first sentence?
As someone whoâd been by his side the longest, Scott Harris reacted quickly and repeated it confidently, âLord, I am sure that Ms. Clark is definitely not in mortal danger!â
That woman was definitely not in danger?
Although he wouldnât believe it until he saw her with his own eyes, hearing these words did make him feel slightly better, âAre you sure?â
Even if Scott Harris wasnât certain now, in this situation, he had to give a definite answer! He stared back with determination and emphasized each word, âYes, Lord, I am very sure that Ms. Clark is definitely not in mortal danger.â
Ms. Clark absolutely couldnât be in danger, if anything happened to her, he couldnât even imagine what the Lord would do.
Baron Lawrenceâs ashen face finally softened a little. He glanced at Scott Harris expressionlessly and spoke coldly, âGood, you said it. If she is not safe and sound like you claim, be prepared to spend the rest of your life digging coal in Country T!â
Scott Harris, ââ¦â
Perhaps due to his nerves relaxing slightly, the pain from the wound on his back came rushing back all at once. His injuries had worsened after the struggles of the morning, and he had merely been holding on with sheer anger. Now that he had been calmed down by Scott Harrisâ assurances, he felt a little more rational, but just a little. The sweet, metallic taste in his throat could no longer be suppressed and surged up.
Baron Lawrence coughed fiercely, managing to push it back down, but a trace of blood still appeared at the corners of his mouthâ¦
âLord!â Scott Harris quickly supported him, only then noticing his exceptionally pale face, as if from excessive blood loss.
âYouâ¦â
âIâm fine.â Baron Lawrence shook off his hand and staggered a step forward. He suddenly asked, âDo you think Enna is really in Old Manâs hands?â
Walking ahead, it was only now that Scott Harris saw his back.
His shirt had been completely soaked with blood; some had already coagulated and clung to his back, while some was fresh and startlingly red.
Scott Harris couldnât believe that despite his severe injuries, he had been acting as if nothing had happened and obsessing over Ms. Clark. He didnât care about anything else, and turned to leave, âLord, Iâll arrange a doctor for you immediately!â
Baron Lawrence frowned, his gaze sharp as he squinted, âNo, first help me find out at any costs whether those who went into the sea to save Enna were really the Old Manâs people!â
âLord! Ms. Clarkâs matter can be put on hold, if you donât treat your wounds, youâll be in mortal danger!â For the first time, Scott Harris defied his command, insisting on finding a doctor first.
Baron Lawrenceâs dark eyes swept over him, and he spoke, word by word, âIf I cannot find that woman, I am already in mortal danger right now!â