Chapter 859: Chapter 859: Brubby, Cry
Baron Lawrence’s hand, with veins bulging and then relaxing, finally relaxed his grip, stood tall and straight, and turned to Scott Harris, “Take me to see Gigi.”
“Yes, Lord, follow me.”
Scott led Baron Lawrence to the VIP Hospital Room, where Gigi had a room to herself, with a Nurse dozing off nearby. As soon as Baron Lawrence entered, she woke up with a start, her face turning beet red as she shot up, “Young Master Lawrence.”
God, what is Young Master Lawrence doing here at this time? It’s all over…
The Nurse’s cheeks, flushed with embarrassment, turned pale with fright.
But Baron Lawrence didn’t even give her a glance, passing by her with cold indifference, “Get out!”
The Nurse didn’t dare to stay in the room, and quickly made her exit, closing the door behind them on her way out.
“Scott, you go out too.” Baron Lawrence sat by the bed and commanded without turning his head.
Scott bowed, “Yes, Lord.”
The spacious hospital room suddenly became quiet…
Baron Lawrence’s eyes, dark as bottomless wells, were tightly locked onto the face of the little figure on the bed. The little one was currently eyes closed, with chubby apple cheeks devoid of any color, so pale as if they’d shatter upon touch. Even though she was getting an infusion, she seemed to be in great discomfort, whimpering continuously.
A sharp pain pierced Baron Lawrence’s heart.
His hand on the edge of the bed clenched into a fist involuntarily as he struggled to control his emotions.
It was at this moment that the little girl’s eyelashes on the bed trembled, and she suddenly opened her eyes. Her big, clear eyes looked around confusedly, and gradually, slowly came back to her senses. She turned her head and looked toward him. Perhaps seeing his stern, unpleasant facial expression, the little girl blinked her eyes and pouted her lips.
Her eyes darted around cleverly, not seeming afraid. She weakly gave a toothless, giggly laugh and called out in her milky voice, “Dad~”
She pronounced the words quite correctly.
Baron Lawrence felt as if someone was choking him; faced with her innocent smile, he couldn’t make a sound.
Gigi was only one year old and didn’t understand anything. But children have an innate sensitivity to the emotions of adults. She might not understand anything yet, but she could feel that Baron Lawrence was not happy. She became anxious, her big, watery eyes looking up at him, continuously calling out ‘Dad’ to cheer him up while waving her little arms like lotus roots, wanting him to hold her, “Dad… Dad… Brubby, cry. Dad… hold…”
She spoke quickly and urgently, not much different from Martian language.
Yet, Baron Lawrence understood.
Could it be that she meant to say Tobias was crying and wanted him to hold her and comfort him?
“Brubby, cry… Brubby… cry.” Gigi became increasingly frantic, her pale little face now turning rosy again.
Baron Lawrence picked her up, holding her arm that was receiving the infusion, and said hoarsely, “Gigi, don’t move.”
If Scott were in the room, his jaw would have certainly dropped.
Since when had the Lord ever been so gentle and cautious?
Definitely an illusion!
“Brother is outside, he’ll come to see you in a moment.” Baron Lawrence held her, looking into her big eyes, and for some reason, something inside his heart suddenly collapsed.
Following that, his breathing became heavy and difficult again.
A surge of irritability swelled in his heart, so intense that he felt like smashing everything in the room!