My Rich Husband's
The Part 114
George immediately threw Davis' body into the gurney, assisted by a nurse who was on night watch in the hospital. Go directly to the emergency unit for immediate treatment.
“Doctor, please my husband doc,” pinta Diora on the man in white suit who just came.
“I will do my best madam,” reply Doctor then go to the ER immediately.
Diora, Gabby, and George waited outside.
“My husband will definitely be safe right?” Such great anxiety made Diora not stop crying.
Gabby rubbed Diora's back gently. “Calm down, he will definitely be safe, your husband is a strong man, definitely able to get through this all,”.
“A-I'm afraid if I have to lose it.” Diora hugged the body of her best friend, crying on the shoulder that had always been her backrest until the shirt worn by Gabby got wet.
“How can the story happen like this?” The man with eyes so cold it started to open his voice.
Still in Gabby's arms, Diora begins to tell her everything that happened at dinner.
“So you cook with seafood broth?” grim George spoke with high intonation.
Diora replied with a small nod.
“Arghhh .. deserve it! Don't you know if she's allergic to seafood?”
Diora shook her head.
“Shit! Even he could die if he ate seafood,” his wrath was punching strongly against a wall so thick that his hand was bleeding.
“She didn't say anything when I asked her about allergies,” Diora said.
George let out a rough breath then stared with a sharp look in his eyes. “Of course he doesn't say anything, he appreciates whatever you cook! He was willing to ignore his safety for the sake of appreciating you.”
It turns out you've turned your obsession into such a great love. It's even bigger than your love for Gwen. George murmured in his heart. He recalled that when Gwen first made Davis seafood dishes, her best friend immediately refused and told her straight away that she was allergic.
Diora fell silent, feeling guilty about the events that befell her husband. If he had known more about Davis, it wouldn't have happened the way it is today. He felt very selfish because he never tried to get to know more deeply. In the depths of her heart, she felt deeply loved and would love her husband that much.
The Cosa Nostra cartel. Lordeus is looking at the development of Natalie's therapy. He was so happy when his first love was a little willing to communicate with his therapist.
The Lord slowly walked into the room where Natalie was. The room is very large and luxurious, much different from where Natalie was locked up by a family with psychopathic mental disorder.
He stared at the extremely thin body that was sleeping, approached him and sat down beside him.
“I'm sorry, because my selfishness made you suffer like this.” God gently rubbed the hair that had never been combed. Although Natalie's body smells rancid because it never wants to be bathed, but the man did not worry in the least. Smacking lips that look so pale.
“Who are you!” natalie said she opened her eyes when she felt someone kissing her. “Go you! Don't hurt me!” The woman was hysterical.
“It's me, Lord, you remember?” The Lord held onto both hands of Natalie who kept beating herself up.
But Natalie still rebelled and pulled her hand. “Retreat! Otherwise, I will die right now!” He put both hands around his neck and was ready to strangle himself.
With extreme force, Lord injected a sedative. He goes straight out to see a psychiatrist on guard to treat Natalie.
“Why is he so hysterical to see me?” ask Lord.
“Sorry sir, madam Natalie has not fully recovered, she is still very traumatized by a man,” he explained.
“Cure him as soon as possible!” god's word just left.
The Lord returned to his room. Not long after, Gio knocked on the door.
“Log in!”
The tall man paid his respects.
“What do you want to report?”
“The Dawson family has arrived in Finland, they stay here.” Gio gave a brown envelope containing a photo of his surveillance along with the address of the inn.
“Amati keep moving!”