The Cherished Wife

Sean had never expected Noelle to still be the reason he visited Phoenix Tree Residence a second time.

He gazed at the woman lying in bed and the man standing guard by her. A spark appeared in his narrow eyes as he watched the other man's careful, considerate movements. He clicked his tongue, "Gosh, Charles, can this not always be the reason you reach out to me?"

Sean spread his hands out, a rueful expression on his face. "This always happens just as I'm about to get some rest after completing a surgery." "Well, might as well then, since it'll give you something to do with your time. Come and take a look at how Nelly is doing," Charles said solemnly instead of squabbling with Sean, which was a rare sight.

A grim look appeared on Sean's face as he gazed at Charles, and he could not help but shake his head. "I'll take a look. But to be honest, it'd make more sense for you to reach out to any other general practitioner! I'm a-"

Charles said impatiently, "Cut the crap! Attend to her!"

Sean pursed his lips and lifted a corner of the blanket. A stunned look appeared on his face when he saw the cut on Noelle's finger. "Who did this?" A dark look appeared in Charles' eyes, and he did not say anything else. Sean seemed to understand what was going on and added, "Smart of them to know to use bloodletting to ease the symptoms. Also, Noelle didn't inhale that much poison this time."

Sean put Noelle's arm back down. "Looks like there won't be too much of a problem."

Charles could not help but cry out, "But she won't wake up! Can you take a look and see if there's anything else going on?"

"Gosh, Charles. I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker. Could she just be knackered out because she's tired?" Sean said as he looked at Charles as if he were stupid. "Don't worry. Noelle's simply asleep now because she was knocked out just now."

Based on Sean's observations, Noelle had simply inhaled a knockout drug and was not down with any particularly severe illness.

"She doesn't need any medication?" Charles asked, still worried.

"Medicines are also a form of poison. Besides, Noelle is fine now. She just needs to get some rest," Sean said, pausing shortly before he added, "Though this is the first time I've seen you so nervous, Charles!"

"Fuck off!" Charles cursed. He narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips as he stared at Sean, who began giggling. He was not afraid of Charles even when he was in such a state.

"I'll prescribe Noelle some medicine

to calm her nerves, and she needs to get plenty of rest now. If you're still worried, advise you to take her to the hospital to get things checked out when she wakes up tomorrow. Find out what the knockout drug contains and whether there will be any other side effects."

"Mr. Hoffman!" Ronald called out as he knocked on the door and stood at the entrance. "The men who kidnapped Madam have been caught." Charles and Sean exchanged glances before walking out of the room.

Charles closed the door carefully. "Let's go to the study!"

Ronald walked behind Charles into the study. "M. Lennon's men have caught the men who kidnapped Madam. They aren't your

run-of-the-mill hooligans, but wil

aren't sure who they work for yet. Lareal is interrogating them right now."

"You got Peter's men involved as well?" Sean asked with interest, an inquisitive look on his face as he leaned on the doorframe and looked at Charles.

Charles frowned. "Why are you still here?"

The corner of Sean's lips curved upward slightly. "I won't be able to rest any time soon, so I might as well watch the drama unfold," he said. There was a smile in hisProperty © NôvelDrama.Org.

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Ronald an innocent-looking gaze that had the man trembling with fear.

"They've got guts, making moves on your wife!" Sean added with a click of the tongue. "What do you plan to do next?"