Female Novel
Chapter 552 Live Or Die?
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.
It was exhausting for him to just trying to speak. He couldn’t do it without gasping hard for air.
But when he opened up, he raised his gaze and looked at Brent.
“Can you, help me, get down?”
Brent frowned and remained silent.
But Jack noticed Brent’s hands, which he hid behind his back, were clenched into fists and popping
with veins. He was obviously pondering whether he should make the move.
Upon seeing that, veins popped in Jack’s temples.
Throughout the scene, Mr. Ward stood behind Jack with a cold expression on. He stared at Lyndall
coolly.
For him.
The young master’s safety was the utmost priority.
The Powell family incident was so dire one could almost say it was a punishment on Jack from God.
Even Patrick couldn’t keep his cool when he heard about the Powell family.
Mr. Ward would protect Jack by any means, even if it meant killing a lot of people.
The was the resolve he had the moment he saw the “Powell” token.
After two seconds of hesitation.
Brent let go of his fists, silently lifted Lyndall blanket and carefully removed the wires connected on
Lyndall’s body one by one.
When his put his hands on Lyndall to help him up, Lyndall frowned and moaned in pain.
There was not only gun shot wound on his body, but also the tearing wounds he got from the thorny
undergrowths when he was running away from the assassins, and also the internal wounds from the
car bombardment during the car chase.
With all of those injuries, “severely injured” wouldn’t be enough to describe his physical condition.
It would be fair to say his body was “broken”.
Brent halted his motions the moment Lyndall moaned.
“I’m fine.”
Gnarling and gasping, Lyndall forced a smile.
Under extreme pain, Lyndall got down and stood by the bedside with Brent’s help.
The next second.
To the trio’s shock, Lyndall struggled out of Brent’s support.
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Thud!
Lyndall knelt on the ground.
This action cause all the wounds in his body to be torn.
He immediately cried out in pain and bent over like a shrimp. Sticking his head on the ground, moaning
and gasping, his whole body was shivering.
The sound of his moan and gasp lingered in the ward.
The Underground King of East Hill in a disgraceful shape at this moment. It almost made one feel bad
for him.
After a few seconds.
With the pain finally subsided a little, Lyndall erected his torso while trembling. His pale face was
twisting and trembling out of pain.
But in this moment, his gaze, which was shooting towards Jack, was firm as a mountain.
Bearing the pain, he was gasping and his teeth was chattering.
As if using all his strength to squeeze this sentence out of his mouth, he said, “From now on, my life
belongs to you. I’ll follow you alive or dead. If I go back on my vow, my soul will be sent to the deepest
hell and be tortured forever.”
Even though he said those words under extreme pain, his tone of voice was so steadfast as if
hammering on everyone’s eardrums.
Bang!
Just as he finished saying that.
Lyndall bowed down and kowtowed hard onto the ground.
“Ah!”
At the same time, he cried out in pain while his body trembled.
“Phew…”
Exhaling deeply, Jack’s expression relaxed.
There was no room in his heart at the moment to empathize with Lyndall’s pain. Something that was
pressing hard on his chest was finally removed.
The pain Lyndall was feeling was nothing compared to his death, which was now out of the question.
At the same time.
Mr. Ward’s cold expression turned benevolent.
The solemn expression on Brent’s face also subsided. Standing beside Lyndall, he now looked at him
with sympathy in his eyes.