Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 812

Thinking about that, Mark blurted out, "Vincent, were you looking at her chest just now?"

"Uh, no," Vincent denied.

Tsk.

Mark didn't believe him at all.

Upon discovering this little secret, Mark gave him a meaningful look.

He didn't expect that Vincent would actually peek at women.

How surprising.

Ever since they knew each other, he hardly saw Vincent around any woman, which made him suspect that Vincent was gay.

Surprisingly, Vincent was still interested in women.

"Vincent, take her temperature for three minutes," Mark cleared his throat and instructed, "Then we'll see if she needs to go to the hospital."

"Alright."

Later, he asked curiously, "How did she faint? What did you do to her?"

Vincent said nothing.

It was Morgan who explained, "No, no. It's Mr. Lawson. He brought a broken hand here. Miss Jacob has never seen such a bloody thing so she passed out."

Mark was choked speechless. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

It turned out to be Ruben that dumbass.

Fortunately, Elaine was just fainting. Otherwise, Ruben would have been in big trouble.

Just then, Vincent called him over. "I got her temperature."

Mark took the thermometer over and looked at it.

"Oh, whoa! Her temperature's almost 40 degrees!" He then put away the thermometer. "I'll give her the medicine tonight. And if she still has a fever tomorrow morning, we gotta send her to the hospital."

Upon hearing that, Vincent furrowed his brows. "I think we should take her to the hospital now."

Mark replied nonchalantly, "Sure, it's up to you."

It was already late though. After Elaine taking the medicine, there was no hurry for her to go to the hospital tonight. But since Vincent insisted, Mark had no choice but to take them to the hospital in the middle of the night.

And he even had to drive them.

Sitting in the back seat, Vincent held Elaine in his arms and stared at her, as if he couldn't see enough of her.

Seeing that, Mark burst into laughter.

Vincent frowned.

"Vincent, you should really look at yourself now. You look obsessed. Fortunately, she's asleep, or she's gonna get scared for sure!"

Apparently, Vincent had been gazing at her this whole time.

It was nerve-racking.

With an indifferent expression, Vincent replied, "Shut up. Just drive the car."

Mark snorted.

Prior to arriving at the hospital, Mark had already arranged everything, so when they got there, Elaine was directly taken into treatment.

Later, inside a ward, Vincent touched Elaine's forehead and frowned. "She still feels very hot. Can you try cooling her down?"

"Well, she'll need an infusion then."

Mark called a nurse to prepare the infusion and then he pushed the drip needle into Elaine's arm.

After everything was done, Mark relaxed his neck and said to Vincent, "There's an empty room next door. Would you like to take a rest there? The nurses will be watching her."

"Nah, no need." Vincent just sat still.

"Alright, I'll go to sleep now."

Knowing that he couldn't force Vincent to rest, Mark left on his own.

The next day, getting up early in the morning, Mark came to Elaine's ward and was surprised that Vincent was sitting there still.

"Vincent, are you here all night?" Mark felt incredible because for as long as he could remember, Vincent was never a man with affection.

Seeing that there was not even a crease on his clothes, Mark knew that he must be up all night.

Meanwhile, Vincent glanced at him and asked, "Can you come to check on her? I think her fever is breaking."

"Of course, her fever is breaking. It's been a whole night," Mark mumbled as he went to get a thermometer. Before he could measure Elaine's temperature, Vincent took the thermometer from him and did the measurement himself.

Seeing that, Mark was speechless.

A few minutes later, Mark checked the thermometer and concluded, "Her temperature has come down. You must rest assured now."

However, Vincent's brows were still furrowed. "But she's still not waking up yet."

"Oh. She will be in a while," Mark replied with a snort. "Anyway, do you wanna eat something? I'll bring it to you."

"Nah, no need."

Mark said no more.

On the other side, Howard had begun the search for Elaine.

On the evening when she was taken away, he returned to his family home and went to find his grandfather, Ronan Perkins. Inside Ronan's study, he knelt down and pleaded, "Grandpa, you gotta help me."

Ronan was shocked by his reaction and asked, "What happened? Get up first, then well talk."

Howard dodged his grandfather's hand that was about to help him up and said, "Grandpa, you gotta promise to help, or I won't get up."

"Alright, alright. I promise you. Now, get up."

After helping Howard up, Ronan queried, "Howard, tell me. What's troubling you? You've never asked for my help like this before."

Taking a deep breath, Howard finally said, "Grandpa, I need your help to find someone."

Before Ronan retired, he held great power, so it wouldn't be difficult for him to find someone.

Hearing Howard's words, he asked, "Who do you wanna look for?"

"It's a girl I like." Howard looked straight into his grandfather's eyes. "Grandpa, it's someone who I'll marry."

Although Howard had dated many girls, he had never been with any of them for long, let alone getting serious like now.

Ronan had told his grandson more than once to get serious in a relationship, yet he never listened.

Now hearing that he had finally gotten serious, Ronan was very happy. "Very well, where is this girl from? Why didn't you bring her here for me to see?"

Howard's body tensed up just then. "Grandpa, I'm afraid she's missing now."

Ronan was surprised. "What? Your girlfriend is missing?"

"Yeah, she was abducted. And unfortunately, I have not much information on the man who kidnapped her."

When Ronan heard that, he grew furious and yelled, "How dare he! Wait here, I'm gonna call Mclaughlin now and ask him to help!"

Meanwhile, in the hospital—

Vincent sat next to Elaine's patient bed, frowning and muttering, "Why hasn't she woken up yet?"

Mark said that she should be awake soon, but now an entire morning had passed, yet there was still no sign of her gaining consciousness.

Sitting by the side, Mark was also a little puzzled. "By right, she should have woken up now. And when we examined her this morning, she seemed alright too."

"Then why is she still lying here unconscious?"

There was a bit of anxiety and nervousness in Vincent's tone.

So Mark tried to comfort him, "Let's wait a little longer. Perhaps she needs more time to recover from the high fever yesterday..."