Lily Armstrong was gasping for breath, barely clinging to life.
The bodyguard pulled her up and revived her.
Lily clutched her chest and coughed painfully a few times. She thought it was over, but after just two breaths, she was hurled down heavily again. She had no strength to resist and could only struggle desperately.
Wyatt Lewis watched them struggle, suffer, scream, and plead for help, feeling not an ounce of pleasure in his heart.
There had been no news from the hospital for over two hours.
Wyatt gripped his phone tightly, veins bulging, his heart pounding fiercely. The viciousness in his eyes was replaced by endless fear.
Wyatt looked at the two of them, his hatred surging even more.
Thomas Hughes, seeing that this would likely lead to a death, braved himself to step forward and persuaded, "Second Young Master, if this continues, they might not make it."
Thomas didn't pity them but thought that if they really died like this, it would be too easy on them.
