The director trembled with fear, "Mr. President, you really need to be hospitalized; your injuries are that severe."
The director's heart was in his throat; there was no other way. If something really happened to him, the consequences would be...
"Then transfer the hospital."
Lucas Knight uttered only a few words, his tone cold and indifferent, yet the chilling voice was enough to make one shiver, truly piercing to the bone.
He wondered if the bastard inside his body had harmed her; Lucas's mind had a missing memory and now only felt panic in his heart.
The panic made his heart pound wildly.
Was the little woman thinking of him? He really missed her, yearned to hold her as he slept, to embrace her soft, fluffy body, and kiss her cherry-like lips.
For her.
He could put everything down, abandon anything... without any scruples.
What's the matter with these two stabs on his chest anyway?
