Chapter 977: Chapter 977: Lyle Westbrook Starts to Run a Fever
The sun gradually descended, and after dusk, the sky grew darker.
âMs. Clark!â
âMs. Clark, Young Master Westbrook!â
âMs. Clark, where are you?â
Behind the Oceana Club, everything was in disarray, with almost all the staff, including the police and Baron Lawrenceâs people, searching for Enna Clark.
And leading them all was always that haughty figure!
So many people had been searching for 5 hours, and still not a trace had been found. Scott Harris, seeing his pallid complexion, couldnât help saying, âLord, you should rest for a moment.â
Baron Lawrence acted as though he hadnât heard, holding the megaphone and looking forward, his handsome face unable to hide his anxiety!
Damn it!
Why havenât they found that woman yet!
Had she not heard his voice, or was she too injured to hear him because she had passed out?
He fiercely tore the second thought from his mind!
Heâd rather she just hadnât heard his voice yet!
If it was the second reason, he wanted to kill himself!
âEnna Clark! Can you hear me? If you can hear me, come out!â
âEnna Clark!â
As the sky grew even darker, the search through the forests became increasingly difficult.
Since this area of forest was undeveloped and almost in its original state, with an abundance of underbrush, each step required forging a new path. And with the prolonged search yielding no results, many voices had gone hoarse. Their condition had deteriorated compared to before.
However, the man in the lead remained unwavering, as if immune to exhaustion, adamantly refusing to rest for even a secondâŠ
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Not far from the search area, hidden in a secluded corner, Enna Clark emerged from the overgrown grass into a small cave, having found water outside and tearing off a piece of her sleeve to wet and bring inside.
In a corner of the cave, a man with an angelic, gentle, and dignified appearance lay quietly on the ground.
His petal-like lips were extremely pale, almost bloodless and translucent. A fine layer of sweat broke out on his foreheadâit seemed he had passed out. His lips, thin as roses, were tightly closed, and his eyes were shut. Perhaps it was discomfort that caused his brows to occasionally furrow and his eyelashes, delicate as fans, to tremble slightlyâŠ
âRoseâŠâ he murmured by his lips.
Enna Clark hurriedly placed the makeshift damp towel on his forehead while her bright eyes couldnât hide her anxietyâŠ
What should she do?
Lyle Westbrookâs bleeding from his leg had stopped, but he was starting to get a fever. Although it wasnât severe enough to be considered a fever yet, the conditions here were so unsanitary that if they allowed it to continue like this, there was no telling if the wound on his leg might become infected.
If a large wound got infected, it could be life-threatening!
Enna Clark glanced at the pitch-black night.
Outside, nothing could be seen clearly; only the rustling of the forest could be heard.
Calculating the time, it had been nearly 7 hours since their mishap, and Baron Lawrence didnât seem to be looking for them. What should she do now?
Enna Clark clenched her fists tightly and stood up, deciding to go outside and find help.
It wasnât that she didnât trust Baron Lawrence to come and find her, but in Lyle Westbrookâs current condition, it didnât allow her to continue hiding here and wait for Baron Lawrence to arrive.
Otherwise, Lyle Westbrook would not last until Baron Lawrence found them.
Even if there might be danger and ambushes outside, she felt she had to goâotherwise, she wouldnât find peace with her conscience!
âEnna⊠be carefulâŠâ Lyle Westbrook murmured again.
Enna Clark had already decided to go outside for help, but just before leaving, she furrowed her brow again.
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