Her Wicked Ceo (Abigail and Liam)
Chapter 303

Although he said so, it was obvious that he had sped up and driven straight to the hospital.Abigail sat there, enduring the pain. Even if it hurt very much, she did not make a sound.

Even her forehead was wet with sweat.

Liam turned to look at Abigail. When could this woman not be so emulous?

"If it hurts, you can yell it out!" Liam said, "I won't laugh at you!"

"Doesn't it hurt if I yell?" Abigail retorted.

"At least, you can vent your emotions!"

“I'm fine!"

As she was so stubborn, Liam didn't say more and sped the car to the highest speed.

Maybe she got used to sitting in his car, Abigail didn't feel scared.

She was much relieved towards Liam anyhow.

[In the hospital]

Abigail liked to go to the hospital with Liam. She never had to register or queue up.

There were even doctors and nurses by their side.

After the examination, the doctor looked at Abigail and said, "You had a slightly fractured foot. MissSwift, I suggest you stay in the hospital for observation today!"

"Fractured!" Abigail was a little surprised to hear this.

"I thought it's just a sprain. Is it that serious?" Abigail looked at the doctor and asked.

The doctor nodded. "Yes, in order not to affect your movement in the future, I suggest you behospitalized for further observation!"

Abigail frowned, but Liam nodded. "Thank you, sir!"

"Not at all!" The doctor kept nodding.

At this moment, Liam looked at Abigail. "Wait here. I'll help you go through the procedure.”

"Do I have to stay here?" Abigail asked.

Liam thought about it seriously and nodded. "Well, you don't."

As soon as he finished this, he added, "Unless you don't need your leg anymore!"

Abigail was speechless

She glared at him angrily. Without saying anything more, he turned around and went out.

[An hour later]

Abigail was in the ward.

Liam was so generous that she could stay in a private ward with a specialized nurse.

It was more luxurious and comfortable than her house here.

However, in her opinion, she felt more comfortable at home.

Sitting on the bed with a cast on her leg, Abigail touched it and said, "Mr. Jones, can it be countedas an accident at work?"

"Can it be reimbursed?"

Hearing this, Liam raised his masculine eyebrows. "Of course not! It won't be reimbursed!"

Abigail answered, "How stingy you are!"

"I'm not stingy. It's the regulation!" Liam retorted, stressing each word.

"Really? Mr. Jones, if you hadn't asked me to accompany you back to your house, how could I havebeen shot?"

"If not, how could I have been surrounded by reporters and have got injured? *

"So all of these happened because of you. Even if it can't be counted as an accident at work, youhave something to do with my injury, so Mr. Jones, you still have to take direct responsibility for it!"She stared at Liam, detailing his mistakes and “sentencing” him.

Hearing her words, Liam suddenly leaned over. His sharp features suddenly amplified in front of her.The hair on his forehead was well designed.

His deep eyes seemed to be covered with mist. The bridge of his nose was high and the smile waswild.

This man was showing off!

He was flaunting his good look!