In the mansion bedroom.
The maid was tucking in Enna Clark.
Suddenly, with a bang, the bedroom door was slammed open. Immediately, someone rushed in like a whirlwind.
The man exuded a fierce aura from head to toe. Upon seeing Enna Clark on the bed, flushed with fever and asleep, the murderous atmosphere intensified.
The air seemed to freeze, scaring the maid so much that her body trembled violently, stammering, "Ba… Baron…"
"Get out!" Baron Lawrence's voice was cold, as if a fire was blazing in his chest.
"Yes, Young Master Baron." The servant didn't dare delay even for a second, quickly running out.
Baron Lawrence clenched his fists, standing by the bed, looking at the small woman with her eyes tightly closed and eyebrows furrowed. It was the same face.
Two hours ago, she still had the ability to make him so angry he wanted to shoot her. And now, in a blink, she was lying here like this.
Baron Lawrence didn't know why he felt so agitated.
