“Broken bones?”
Dr. Clinton was baffled, “Ohhhh, Mr. Gustin was taken hostage by terrorists at the border and was seriously injured right? I thought Mr. Gustin got off the plane during the day, so why are you calling me now?”
Jaden thought about the kick he’d gotten and kindly reminded him, “Don’t ask about that, just go get treatment.”
“No, I always need to know what it’s like.” Dr. Clinton pressed.
“Understand?” Jaden couldn’t help but give him a look, “If you do understand, then you’re not far from dead.”
“…”
That was a truly chilling statement.
Dr. Clinton takes a deep breath and walks with Jaden towards the dining room with his medical kit.
The dining room was brightly lit, blurring the realization that it was the middle of the night.
At the table, Paige was eating her second meal of the day.
The foggy gray tabletop was set with steaming hot food, and Enrico was sitting on the sidelines, offering her food with his chopsticks from time to time, “Aren’t you starving? Eat more.”
Beau’s butler stood at one side and watched them with a smile.
“I’ll eat by myself, you eat yours.”
Paige whispered, reaching out with one finger to nudge him away from her by pushing on his arm before anyone noticed.
Not that she could blame her for wanting to brush it off.
What was in front of her now was a blood-boosting soup, stuffed to the brim with red dates, while what was in front of Enrico was a chicken soup with all sorts of tonic ingredients, the flavor of which was so strong it could have broken through to the heavens.
The implication of this was so obvious that it was almost as if he had directly spoken and said that you guys are too tired, so I’ll give you a tonic.
She knew that Beau Butler and the chefs were kind and dedicated, but … this made her feel very embarrassed about herself.
“I’ll pinch it for you, just eat it.” Enrico chucked another piece of chicken into her bowl, “Want some soup? It’s got ginseng in it.”
Paige looked at him in a self-satisfied manner, once again depressed that her skin wasn’t as thick as his, and could only eat the chicken in silence.
“Mr. Gustin, ma’am.”
Dr. Clinton followed Jaden in and couldn’t help but smile at the table of great supplements, “And Mr. Gustin and Missy are eating such supplements even after a midnight snack?”
“…”
Paige couldn’t even bite down on the chicken in her mouth.
Someone erase today from her Paige’s history, pronto!
Enrico gave her a look that knew she minded and turned his eyes coldly to Dr. Clinton, “Talking so much, I pay you a salary for comic relief?”
“…”
What did he say? That’s all he said.
Dr. Clinton looked a little confused at Jaden beside him, who looked away from him, looking at the elegant decor of the restaurant and just ignoring it.
Dr. Clinton could only bow his head in silence, “Yes, Mr. Gustin, I spoke out of turn.”
Paige, unable to hear any more and just wanting to get it over with quickly, said, “Dr. Clinton, look at him, that shoulder injury is getting worse again.”
At that, Enrico set aside his chopsticks and sat back, reaching up and pulling down one side of his collar, revealing half of his shoulder.
Dr. Clinton immediately leaned over to examine it and frowned at the slightly gruesome wound, “Mr. Gustin, it’s not even if your fracture hasn’t healed, why did you tear open your flesh wound again? This wound needs to be nourished, and no matter how much it’s nourished, you can’t have that much strenuous movement, or it’ll be hard to heal ah.”
He swore that when he said this, he was purely thinking about the kidnapping case at the border, Mr. Gustin’s strenuous movements were too much.
But when those words fell, the entire restaurant fell silent.
A deathly silence.
Dr. Clinton suddenly realized something and looked up only to see Butler Beau looking at him with a sympathetic face and Jaden shaking his head at him helplessly as if to say you’re hopeless.
He then looked at Paige, who was sitting at the dining table, her face had completely lost its expression, holding her forehead with one hand, her chopsticks resting on the side.
He suddenly understood why Mr. Gustin got off the plane during the day and looked for him in the middle of the … night.
It had only been separated for a few days, was it necessary to stalk him like this as soon as he returned?
“Mr. Gustin…”
Dr. Clinton was a little depressed, he didn’t know, he really didn’t know, he didn’t mean to embarrass Paige.
Just like last time at Wind Island, he didn’t mean to pick on his third brother-in-law.
This luck of his was also absolute.
Time and time again, he’d stepped right on what Mr. Gustin cared about.
Enrico leaned against the back of his chair, his face cold, one pair of eyes looking at him slyly, raised his hand and pressed his shoulder, saying slowly, “Pick a good cemetery, you’ll need it soon.”
Of his men who wouldn’t talk with eyes, Clinton was first in line.
“…”
Dr. Clinton wanted to die.
Paige couldn’t listen any longer and stood up from the dining table, indifferently saying, “Dr. Clinton, take a look at him, and if it’s serious enough to require surgery, pull him straight to the hospital.”
After saying that, Paige turned around and left.
Enrico was stunned to hear this and reached out to hold her hand, “Paige …”
She hadn’t finished eating.
“I’m going up first.” Paige didn’t even look at him, she simply wrenched her hand away and left without looking back.
“…”
Enrico sits there, a face completely sunken, raising his eyes grimly to the flustered Dr. Clinton in front of him, his thin lips moving slightly as he says, word for word, “You pick the graveyard early, preferably tonight.”
“…”
Dr. Clinton’s head is lowered to the ground.
…
Paige made her way up the stairs alone, skirting the hall room and heading inside.
In the distance, she saw Olivia in her pajamas in the dim light, walking anxiously down the hallway.
“Olivia,” she voiced.
As soon as she saw her, Olivia’s eyes lit up and she hurriedly greeted her and pulled her hand, “Miss, are you alright? Did young master lose his temper with you? Did he hit you?”
As expected, it’s still Olivia who is pure, even if she’s not around for a day, she won’t think of anything.
“It’s fine, he couldn’t afford to hit me.” Paige smiled weakly, the soreness coming from her lower back distorting her smile a little.
“It’s really okay?” Olivia looked at her carefully, “Then why is your face so red, you don’t have a fever, do you?”
She said, her hand touching up.
“I’m really fine.” Paige said, holding her hand back, standing in the hallway and whispering, “Olivia, Enrico and I are fine, you shouldn’t always think of him as the same Enrico he used to be, he’s not as aggressive now.”
She could barely contain it.
“…”
That’s a mouthful, and less aggressive.
Olivia was amused, “It’s only you, Miss, who dares to say that about Young Master, but although you have your own business now, Young Master is a big plutocrat and has more power than you, so you’d better be more obedient to him.”
Olivia’s mind is still stuck in three years ago, although she thinks the young master treats Paige well, but that temper and tactics are too scary to send out, she doesn’t want Paige to always go to touch the scales and get hurt.
“Olivia, you really don’t have to be so scared.”
Paige held her hand to soothe her, “Do you remember what I said, I’ll bring you to a peaceful life, and now is the time, from now on, you and Gabriel will live here for a long time without having to worry about Enrico so much.”
“…”
“Besides, these three years when I’m busy, you’re the one who helped me take care of Gabriel, you’re kind to me and Enrico, stop treating yourself as an underling all the time.”