Meanwhile, Richard sat at the foot of the bed with his brows knitted together. His piercing gaze lingered on Ang, and in his


    eyes showed tender concern that had not been there before.


    “The both of you can leave,” he said to his subordinates. “Let me know as soon as you have any news on her mother.’


    “Got it. We''ll leave Miss Meyers to you then, Richie, Trevor replied, pulling Jared out of the infirmary and back to the conference


    room.


    While making their way down the corridor, Trevor sighed again and said, “I bet Richie’s really beating himself up over this. He did


    promise Miss Meyers that he’d keep her family safe, but now, her mother’s lying in the hospital after a terrible car crash.”


    “Tell me about it. | saw the way she was looking at him earlier, and | swear she hates his guts. If anything were to happen to her


    mother, she might just me him forever.”N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    Both men exchanged a nce, each hoping that whatever they guessed would note true. Thest thing they wanted was


    for Ang to hate Richard now that they sensed he had special feelings for her.


    In the infirmary, the doctor had put Ang on an IV, and the catheter had been inserted into her arm through a needle. Richard


    sat next to the bed, his silhouette straight and stiff as his dark gaze locked on the unconscious girl under the covers. It was hard


    to tell what was on his mind, but anyone could see that he was worried.


    Ang had only been put on the IV for no more than ten minutes when her eyes suddenly flew open. The first thing that came to


    her mind was her mother struggling for her life in a hospital somewhere, and the thought made her bolt upright in bed.


    “Don’t move,” a low male voice sounded next to her, followed by a hand pressing down firmly on her left arm so that she wouldn’t


    pull out the needle on her own.


    She looked down at the needle pushed under her skin and demanded in a watery voice, “Pull it out. | don’t need it.”


    Richard personally detached the needle. He was supposed to apply pressure to stop the bleeding the moment the needle was


    out, but Ang was in such a rush that she lifted the covers and tried to get down from the bed. At once, the blood trickled down


    the back of her hand.


    With an assertive and domineering air, the man held her arm in ce and grabbed a cotton ball from the bedside table, then


    pressed it down on the back of her hand where the needle had been.


    Tears filled her eyes, but she allowed him to stop the bleeding as she gazed at him calmly and ordered. “Take me home,


    Richard.”


    He did not answer her, paying particr attention to the task at hand.


    At such close proximity, she could clearly make out the hard set of his jaw and the cold indifference on his handsome face.