Malcolm waved at Terence and said, "Leave now. Don't get in my way here!"
"You!" Terence was furious. Malcolm could make people crazy every time.
Terence was not as patient as Julian, who could endure Malcolm's temper. Malcolm could make people angry at any time.
"Leave now! Don't stand in my way!" Malcolm said again.
Malcolm didn't want to see anyone now, nor did he want to talk to anyone. He just wanted to be alone for a moment!
"You are a bastard! You should live alone, and you should be single for a lifetime. With such a bad temper, any woman can't stand you!" Terence couldn't hold his anger any longer. As he finished speaking, he saw Malcolm's increasingly gloomy face. He rolled his eyes and ran out quickly.
He almost bumped into a nurse walking toward him.
Malcolm glared at his back, becoming more and more gloomy.
He raised his beautiful chin slightly, closed his eyes, and leaned against the wall in pain.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he would think of that thin figure, shivering and helpless. He felt very distressed just thinking about it, and he was heartbroken.
Suddenly, the door of the emergency room was opened, and several doctors in green clothes and masks came out.
Malcolm quickly stood up and looked at the attending doctor in front of other doctors. He asked, "Mr. Sullivan, how is Lynn?"
Randall Sullivan took off his mask. He was a handsome man. Seeing Malcolm's urgent expression, Niko smiled meaningfully and said, "Malcolm, fortunately, you came here in time. It's all right now. She's on a drip and is about to wake up. Go in and take a look. When the drip is done, press the bell. There will be a doctor coming over."
"Okay, thank you!" Malcolm was relieved, and his cold face softened a lot.
"You are welcome. You trouble me once or twice a year. However, this girl is too preoccupied. It's not serious at all, but she has slept for a long time. She's your woman. Anyway, I have to treat her in person." After saying that, Niko left with the nurses behind him.
Malcolm quickly entered the ward.
Just as he entered the ward, Marilyn's phone rang again. He glanced at it and saw that it was Dominic.
It was already after work hours. Marilyn should have arrived home.
"Hello, Dominic!" Malcolm answered the phone.
"Malcolm, why are you holding my mother's phone? Is my mother with you?"
Hearing this, Malcolm did not know how to reply. It was he who did not protect Marilyn well.
He took a deep breath and said, "Dominic, I'm sorry. Your mother is allergic to mango. She is currently in the hospital, but don't worry. She is fine now. I will send her back after the drip."
"What happened? My mother never touches mango." Dominic's face was gloomy.
He thought, "Was my mom bullied in the company again?"
Malcolm knew that Dominic was smart. He also knew that Dominic would not believe his words easily.
"Dominic, don't worry. Your mother is fine now. Take good care of Laverne at home." Then Malcolm hung up the phone.
Malcolm walked to the hospital bed step by step. Seeing Marilyn's little red and swollen face, he was heartbroken.
"Lynn!" He suppressed his painful voice. Thinking of Marilyn's suffering and Sandy's previous viciousness, Malcolm even wanted to kill Sandy.
Malcolm sat on a stool to the side and gently held Marilyn's cold hand. He looked at her sleeping face. Marilyn still frowned as if she was enduring great pain.
Malcolm thought, "Sometimes, the more you want to protect a person, the more you put her in danger. Why?
This is the only girl I want to protect in my life, but I always make her suffer.
When I was almost unable to hold on, she suddenly appeared in my life, making me, who had fallen into the abyss, find a trace of light in the darkness."
Sometimes Malcolm thought that he had lost too much. He wondered whether there was anything else that he could not lose.
Malcolm knew he could not lose Marilyn.
At almost seven o'clock, Malcolm saw that Marilyn was about to wake up. He poured water and waited for Marilyn to wake up to take medicine.
At seven o'clock, Marilyn slowly woke up. As soon as she woke up, her face began to itch. She reached out to scratch it, but Malcolm quickly grabbed her hand.
"Lynn, bear with it. After you take the medicine, it won't itch anymore."
Hearing Malcolm's voice, Marilyn looked at him in shock.
"Malcolm, why are you here?" Her voice was hoarse. She felt uncomfortable.
Malcolm smiled and asked, "Lynn, why can't I be here?"
Marilyn blinked her eyes slightly and suddenly remembered the scene where Sandy poured mango juice on her. She also heard Malcolm's roar, which was filled with pain and anger.
She breathed slightly. The more she wanted to stay away from Malcolm, the more she pulled him to her side.
"Malcolm, thank you!" If he hadn't sent her to the hospital in time, she would be in more pain now!
"You are welcome!" Malcolm reached out his hand and gently caressed her red and swollen face. His slender fingers were filled with deep feelings.
As he looked at her, the softest part of his heart throbbed, and he gazed into her eyes with a myriad of tenderness.
For a moment, she saw deep love and sincere concern in his eyes, which made her feel complicated.
It seemed that she owned all his love.
"Malcolm, why do you help me?" She looked at him quietly. At that moment, he made her heartbroken.
Malcolm smiled faintly and said, "Lynn, I treat you well. There is no need for a reason!" His words sounded unreasonable and domineering.
It made Marilyn want to show her weakness to him.
It seemed that his faint smile and warm words could comfort her crying heart.
"Lier!" Marilyn smiled weakly and added, "Malcolm, don't treat me so well. You will be disappointed!"
"No!" Malcolm looked at her firmly.
He would not be disappointed. For one thing, they grew up together. For another, he was the father of her children.
Therefore, he was more confident to get her than Roland.
Malcolm had waited for more than ten years. He was not afraid of waiting for the rest of his life. He would protect her.
"You're so sure that I want to know the reason!" Marilyn wanted to know if she was the woman he had been waiting for.
However, she didn't dare to ask him.
Marilyn's phone rang again. She glanced at the phone on the cabinet. Malcolm looked at it and handed the phone to her.