Chapter 1542 - 1541: Investigating the Car Accident to the End

Chapter 1542: Chapter 1541: Investigating the Car Accident to the End

Eva Nightingale drank half a bowl of porridge, then nestled into Lucas Knight’s chest, wrapping her arms around him.

Her behavior made him uneasy. What was wrong with her?

As he was pondering, the door to the ward was knocked on, and two experts walked in: "Hello, Mr. President, hello, Young Madam."

"Young Madam, you must get good rest recently. If you feel any discomfort, be sure to let us know."

...

After saying a bunch of things, they finally left, unable to help but sigh, envious of Eva Nightingale! Really envy to the point of death.

Inside the room, Eva Nightingale remained motionless.

Lucas Knight’s breathing was low, he started to speak: "Honey?"

Eva Nightingale did not respond.

He paused: "Honey?"

Still no response from Eva Nightingale.

He could almost be sure the little woman had fallen asleep!

Lucas Knight held her and walked to the edge of the bed, trying to put her back on the hospital bed. Afraid to wake her up, his movements were already very gentle. Just as he was about to place her on the bed, the little woman made a sound: "Mmm, hubby!"

She instinctively tightened her grip around his neck, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness, even though she wasn’t awake, but in this state, she was utterly enticing, making one feel very protective.

"Hubby, don’t go..."

She vaguely felt like she was going to be abandoned.

His embrace and the bed were vastly different. The bed was cold, but his embrace was incredibly warm, carrying his unique scent.

She really liked this embrace.

"Hubby... don’t go, mm..."

"Good girl, hubby won’t go!" He could only pick her up again, comforting her, "I’ll hold you."

Originally planning to go outside and call Harry North to inquire about the progress, but now he could only hold her.

He looked at the sleeping little creature, gradually curling his lips into a smile.

Eva Nightingale, it turns out when you’re clingy, when you’re acting cute, you’re just like a little fairy, almost taking his life.

*

Half an hour later.

Harry North arrived at Renai Hospital.

Getting out of the car, he quickly rushed into the elevator, pressing for the 8th floor, heading straight to the VIP room.

Raising his hand, he knocked on the door: "Crown Prince, I’m back!"

"Come in." The permission sounded from inside, Harry North understood, pushing the door open.

A chill greeted him, and he saw a man sitting at the bed’s edge, holding a little woman in his arms. Harry North was puzzled, why not put the Young Madam on the bed?

But he only dared to think, not directly say.

Lucas Knight was serious: "How are the findings?"

Afraid of waking Eva Nightingale, his words were several degrees softer, but it did not diminish his intimidating presence.

Coupled with those icy eyes locked on Harry North, deep and unfathomable yet carrying the fury of destroying the world.

As if saying "Whoever touches my woman, I won’t let her off easy."

Harry North directly kneeled on the ground, intentionally lowering his voice but spoke respectfully: "I just checked the airport surveillance, confirmed it was the other party’s Porsche Cayenne that hit... The other party’s car shattered on the spot, the person was sent to the Second People’s Hospital... it was Amelia Grant, Miss of the Grant Family."

"Heard she’s badly hurt, likely to be disfigured..."

Lucas Knight’s face darkened, glancing down at Eva Nightingale, holding her tighter.

Harry North: "Fortunately, the Young Madam was in a bulletproof car, so none of the glass shattered..." If it were an ordinary car, the people inside would likely be disfigured!

"What was she doing at the airport?" Lucas Knight looked at the little creature in his arms, asking.