Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 52 Read Online


    Chapter 52 It Doesn‘t Look Good


    With those words, Gabrielle turned to them with a look so fierce her resentment was tant on her


    face. Her eyes were so intent, one could almost feel her seething look pierce through their heart.


    Estelle had never seen Gabrielle like this or felt terrified in her prOSEICE.


    Gabrielle got into the ambnce and left without even looking at Westley. i


    Westley was suddenly annoyed that she had ignored him so easily.


    “Alvin, I’ll go to the hospital. You stay here and handle everything else. Don’t let them get away with


    this. We must avenge Gabrielle and the wounds they inflicted on her.” Just as Wesley was about to


    drive off, a voice came


    from behind him.


    “Westley, I’ll go with you.” It was Benny, and now he stood in front of Westley.


    Westley nced at Estelle and the three women not far away. “Benny. I think you have more pressing


    issues to address here, before you can concern yourself with going to the hospital. I have a suggestion


    for you. Stay away from Gabrielle for now. I’m telling you, if you don‘t and she goes crazy. the


    consequences will be dire for you.”


    Without waiting for a response, Westley got into the car and left for the hospital.


    When Westley arrived at the hospital, Gabrielle was outside the operating room alone, pacing back and


    forth anxiously.


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    “Gabrielle, has someone looked at your wounds?” Westley was imitated when he noticed that the nail


    marks on Gabrielle’s face had not been attended to.


    Without a hint of surprise at all, Gabrielle received Westley’s cold looks with no emotion. This was


    nothing new, he had never been kind to her.


    “My injury is not that serious. I will deal with it when the operation is over. The doctor said that Sloane


    had multiple soft tissue contusions, from the blow to the back of her head. The situation is quite


    serious. I’m worried…”


    “Gabrielle, don’t you know that you are putting yourself at risk of a tetanus infection, by not treating


    those scratches on your fingernails? Do you understand how serious this is? Or are you still so


    engrossed in the well-being of others? Do you want to die?” Westley said with his face void of any


    emotions.


    But Gabrielle instinctively knew that Westley catred about her and tried to reassure him. “Westley. I


    know you care about me, but I…”


    “Who cares about you? Let me make something very clear when ites to the matter of you dying as


    my wife. Firstly, I’m not in the mood to be a widower. Nor do I have tolerance for those who may say, I


    am responsible for my wife’s misfortune.” Westley’s words were so harsh.


    Gabrielle’s feeling of gratitude at the sight of him, just moments ago, vanished under a dark cloud of


    regret. Who would have known that the illustrious CEO of Morris Group would be so concerned with


    common gossip? Besides, no one dared to talk ill of Westley: it was no secret that Westley would shut


    that person’s mouth forever.


    “Don’t worry. I would never give you the satisfaction of dying so easily.” Gabrielle red at Westley


    angrily.


    Just then, Remy arrived and rushed over to them. He sensed that the atmosphere between Westley


    and Gabrielle was anything but matrimonial. His arrival did nothing to dissipate the lingering resentment


    between them


    “Westley. what happened? What was so urgent that I had toe here? What


    happened to Gabrielle? Did you hurt her? Remy was unpleasantly surprised by the wound on


    Gabrielle’s face, and this led him to snap at Westley.


    “I don’t have time to abuse her. I asked you toe here so you could attend to her wounds.”


    Westley’s face darkened. Westley never thought that he gave the impression he could be physically


    violent towards women. Was Remy a good friend for thinking so lowly of him? What could have


    possibly convinced Remy that Westley was like that? At that very moment, Westley felt that his choice


    of


    friends was questionable. 3


    “This is not my hospital. How can I…?”


    “Remy. what I’m asking of you is notplicated. Find a way to take this stubborn woman away from


    here and attend to her wounds, simple. Please, just get on with it!” . Westley interrupted Remy


    impatiently.


    Remy’s response was a wry and reluctant smile. Come to think of it, Westley’s request wasn’t entirely


    impossible. Both of them were well acquainted with the doctors in the hospital. Remy had trained a few


    residents in this hospital, such that borrowing a therapeutic room wouldn’t raise any eyebrows.


    “Gabrielle,e with me. Allow me to take a closer look at your wounds. You know, scratches on the


    face can be lethal. Leaving your wounds untreated for so long. could easily lead to infection and most


    certainly permanent scars. All of which, undoubtedly. would tarnish your beauty.” Remy said to


    Gabrielle


    There were about seven or eightcerations on the left side of Gabrielle’s face. She must have been in


    a physical tousle with a woman.


    Don’t all confrontations between women almost always involve tearing, scratching and biting? Remy


    had witnessed one such confrontation, and it had left him feeling that brawls between women were far


    much worse than those between men


    Gabrielle was so delicate in appearance, but it seemed she wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself.


    “But...” Gabrielle looked at the door of the operating room uneasily, and then met Westley’s cold eyes.


    From there, she was terrified to speak in defiance of what he had ordered


    *Westley, fine. I’ll go with Remy so that he can treat my wounds. When the operation is over, please let


    me know first, okay? Gabrielle looked at Westley expectantly.


    “Gabrielle, are you begging me or ordering me?: Westley squinted at Gabrielle with disbelief.


    “I’m begging you.” Gabrielle stared back at Westley with a stein face and asked, “Would you prefer I


    kneel?


    The wound on Gabrielle’s face caught his attention and softened Westley.


    “Please go and get attended to as soon as possible. Your wound is unsightly. Remy. take care of her.”


    Westley impatiently waved his hand and asked them to leave.


    “Let’s go, Gabrielle.” Remy led Gabrielle away to a nearby unupied therapeutic room.


    The man on duty today happened to be a fellow surgeon just like Remy and also a good friend. it was


    the reason he had no challenges calling in a favor for a designated therapeutic room for Gabrielle.


    “Remy, I should have known something was up because it’s so care for you to just visit our hospital. I


    thought you were specificallying to see me, but it seems you are only here to borrow the


    therapeutic room. Is thisdy your younger brother’s wife?” Before Remy could respond, the gentleman


    approached them both with a medical tray.


    which had a host of instruments that Remy needed.


    “Younger brother’s wife? Don’t be silly. She is my elder brother’s wife, Remy reminded his colleague


    sternly.


    “I’m sorry, I must have misunderstood. I just figured whoever it was, must be very important to you;


    judging from how anxious you were. Nice to meet you. I’m Leon Miller, Remy’s friend. I am also a fellow


    and surgeon at this hospital.” Leon put down the tray and walked to Gabrielle as he introduced himself.


    “Nice to meet you, Leon. I’m Gabrielle Jones. Gabrielle deliberately did not reveal her identity. What


    was the point anyway? Remy had already made it clear that she was his brother’s wife, so be it? There


    was no need for any further exnations.


    “Remy. you’d better get to dressing Gabrielle’s wound. It looks like its infected. Let me get out of your


    hair then. Call me if you need anything.” Leon then left the therapeutic room.


    Remy began to disinfect his hands before wearing his surgical gloves. Everything was set to clean


    Gabrielle’s wounds. “Gabrielle, please don’t take my brother’s words to heart. He means well.”


    “I know.” Of course, Gabrielle knew he didn’t intend any real harm to her.


    “Gabrielle, I need you to lie down on the bed. I’m going to clean your wounds now.” Remy put on his


    surgical mask, indicating that he was ready to begin.


    Gabrielley down obediently. Since the incident earlier, she hadn’t mustered the courage to look at her


    face in the mirror; the pain let her know it wasn’t pretty.


    Worry suddenly flooded her thoughts. If these wounds were not properly treated, they could leave


    distasteful scars on her face that she would bear till her death.


    With this in mind, Gabrielle exhaled deeply. She became overwhelmed with guilt remembering the


    severity of Sloane’s injury. Gabrielle’s heart sank 1