Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife Chapter 145 - 145 Miss Locke is Very Worried About You

Chapter 145: Chapter 145 Miss Locke is Very Worried About You

“Sorry, Miss Locke. The young master needs to rest.” Pullan looked at the pale, delicate girl, trying not to seem too harsh.

“Is the young master all right? Is there really no way to fix the failed surgery?” The young, beautiful girl, appearing sowhat sickly, looked even more pitiful.

ntioning the young master’s failed surgery, Pullan sighed inwardly. “Miss Locke, please take care of yourself.”

Seeing this, Sophia Patel knew Brandon Piers would not see her. Her eyes reddened slightly. “Please convey my regards to the young master. I won’t leave; as long as he needs , I’ll be here anyti.”

Her last words were especially resolute.

Pullan couldn’t help but be moved.

After she left, Pullan returned to the ward. “Young master, Miss Locke is very worried about you.”

“What does that have to do with ?” Brandon Piers’s mood remained irritable. His eyes were closed, but he couldn’t sleep. He kept trying to distract himself, always failing, and exuding a cold aura that kept people at a distance.

Pullan, “…Indeed.”

“Why hasn’t the eye mask been delivered yet?” His tone was full of impatience.

“Secretary Max is on his way.” Pullan felt great sympathy for the young master and couldn’t help but ask. “Why didn’t you have Secretary Max go to the M Kingdom to fetch Dr. Foster? Although the surgery failed, your body is now normal. It might be possible to perform a second surgery.”

Brandon Piers suddenly rembered that he hadn’t told anyone about the success of his surgery. Although the examinations from last night until now showed normal results, everyone thought it was temporary, not knowing that his heart had already undergone the surgery.

Considering upcoming matters, he hadn’t even inford his grandpa, instead spreading the news of the surgery’s failure. Even Pullan thought he was dood.

But seeing Pullan’s worried gaze, Brandon Piers didn’t reveal his plans.

“I know what I’m doing.” Brandon replied lazily, closing his eyes to rest.

However, to Pullan, this sounded like the young master knew he was beyond saving and had given up treatnt. His heart ached even more as he bit his lip and left the ward.

When Kelvin Max delivered the eye mask, Pullan was still standing silently in the hallway, quietly shedding tears.

But Pullan didn’t know that his sorrowful and uncontrollable scene quickly reached the ears of other Piers family mbers, solidifying the belief that Brandon Piers’s surgery failed and he was near death.

So who had initially planned to use this chance to kill Brandon Piers simply had their n keep an eye on him, waiting. After all, it was more convenient if he died of illness rather than taking action themselves.

Imrsed in grief over their soon-to-pass young master, Pullan was completely unaware of his unintended influence.

…

In the ward.

Brandon Piers put on the eye mask, entering a world of darkness. Feeling a bit more at ease, he instructed Kelvin Max to begin.

Kelvin Max glanced around the ssy ward, noticing the intentionally arranged coffee table, fruit basket, and the blanket and curtains slashed with a fruit knife. He then looked at the young master wearing the eye mask and listening to his report. Was this to treat his OCD?

Given the current critical juncture where it was hard to keep him alive, why treat OCD?

Following Brandon Piers for many years, Kelvin Max felt the young master’s temper becoming increasingly incomprehensible. He lowered his head and said, “Thompson Taylor is from the third branch, but he’s stubborn and won’t admit it.”

“No need to force him. Just send him in.” Thinking of the chubby guy’s slightly swollen white cheeks today, a cold glint flashed in Brandon’s eyes.

“Yes, the mole is still under investigation. Our people have no problems. Miss Locke nearly died from excessive blood loss, so she can be ruled out for now. Initial suspicion falls on soone in the dical team leaking information.”

“Hmm, keep investigating.”

“What about the engagent banquet…” Kelvin Max paused, glancing at the young master’s condition.

“Continue.”

“But your health?”

“I know what I’m doing.”

Kelvin Max frowned, wondering if the young master was prioritizing the wedding over his life.