Enna Clark's wrist ached from his grip, and she took a sharp breath, saying, "There's nothing wrong with my heart, you've misunderstood."
"If it's not your heart, why did you get a heart specialist to come over?" Baron Lawrence's face still looked displeased, clamping tightly onto her wrist with a force that almost crushed Enna Clark's hand bones. "Do you have heart disease? Or a terminal illness?"
"..."
Baron Lawrence's breath nearly stopped, his face turning grim as he tightened his grip on her wrist, growling lowly, "Is it?"
Enna Clark was pulled by him, staggering a bit, and said helplessly, "You've watched too many Korean dramas. It's not that easy to get heart disease. I'm very healthy, not even a cold, let alone a terminal illness."
Does he think he can just get a terminal illness like buying cabbage at the wet market?
"Then why did you need a heart specialist?" Baron Lawrence was persistent on this question, with a stance of getting to the bottom of it.
