Chapter 242 He Is Angry
Later, Natalie was awakened by the pain of the wound.
After opening her eyes, her vision gradually became clearer.
The first thing that came into sight was a middle-aged male doctor. He was spraying alcohol on her arm to disinfect the gunshot wound.
As soon as she felt the stinging sensation on her arm, she could not help but hiss in pain.
Actually, she had high pain tolerance, but the wound on her arm hurt so much that she could not stop herself.
“You’re hurting her.” A hint of cold glint flickered across the man’s eyes.
The moment Natalie heard the magnetic and domineering voice, her heart skipped a beat.
Samuel?
Looking toward the direction of the voice, she saw Samuel standing beside her bed.
He was wearing a tight frown and staring at her. Both his eyes were bloodshot.
Isn’t he in Dellmoor? Why did he come to Livingsfill?
Even though Natalie had woken up, Samuel’s mood did not become better.
Pressing his lips tightly, he reached out and held Natalie’s uninjured hand.
Her hand was not small, but it was still smaller than a man’s. Samuel made her clench her fist tightly so that he could wrap her hand more securely in his palm.
The hospital director saw how concerned Samuel was toward Natalie and knew that she had to be important to him. If I make any mistakes during the treatment, it’ll be a small matter if he only asks me to step down. However, if he breaks my arm, I’ll be doomed!
At that thought, the elegant middle-aged man wiped the tears from his forehead and bandaged the wound on Natalie’s arm carefully.
Fortunately, she did not make another sound when he was bandaging her wound.
In fact, her injury was pretty severe. The director knew that she had to be enduring the pain with her willpower. When he left the room, he shot her a look of gratitude.
Thank goodness!
After the director left, Samuel bent down and tucked her hair behind her ear.
It was already nighttime.
Soft light emitted by the orange lamp on the bedside table shone on his face, making his facial features more distinct.
Natalie had long known that Samuel was good-looking. Yet, when she woke up earlier and saw him again, she fell into a trance.
“Samuel…”
“What do you have to say?” he asked in a deep voice.
His gaze was icy cold, making it difficult for Natalie to ascertain his emotion.
He’s angry! Tremendously angry! It’ll be tough to pacify him!
Naturally, she knew why he was infuriated. However, the more furious he was, her heart sank deeper.
Apart from her grandfather and mother, no one had cared about her so much.
She could clearly sense how much he worried about her to the extent that he would sacrifice his life for her.
“I want to say…” Natalie stared at him with teary eyes and murmured, “My wound hurts.”
Her voice was gentle and sweet.
She sounded upset, wronged, and there was a bit of coquettishness in it.
When she said that the wound hurt, he felt a tug in his heart as well.
At the same time, he was angry at himself for not being able to do anything for her.
“Should I ask that useless director to come back?” Samuel questioned as blood rushed through his veins.
“There’s no need for that.”
The director’s medical skills are pretty good. If someone has to be held accountable for my wound, it’ll be Milton who fired the gun, not the hospital director.
“But you said that it hurts.” As he spoke, Samuel got up and was about to go and look for a doctor.
Noticing that, Natalie swiftly grabbed the corner of his clothes and said coquettishly, “I said I don’t need a doctor. What I want is you.”
