Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 132

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 132 You Do It First!

Lance pressed down on Yvette's bleeding wound, and he felt a surge of great fury. "Why didn't you say it!"

Yvette was quiet, and her face showed no sign of pain. She smiled sweetly at him. "Compared to being with you, this is nothing."

Lance's hand trembled as he was pressing down on the wound. His entire face was ashen white as if he had

been stabbed and lost too much blood.

He did not expect that Yvette would hurt herself so much just to force him to divorce.

"Yvette, are you forcing me?" he asked, staring into her eyes.

"You did it first." Yvette sneered.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

In an instant, the room was full of light.

The doctors and nurses came in and all rushed to Yvette to treat her wound.

Yvette's wound was on the left upper abdomen, which was cut open by splenic surgery. At that time, the suture line cracked, exposing the flesh underneath, and it was shocking to sight.

But Yvette did not cooperate with the treatment at all. She pointed to Lance with her bloody hand and said in disgust, "Let him out."

The middle-aged female doctor in the lead looked at the patient who looked like a broken doll, and immediately said to Lance, "Sir, please get out!"

Although it was a reasonable request to clear the ward, there was a note of disgust in the doctor's tone.

In her view, the patient had just had a miscarriage, her spleen was ruptured, her brain was damaged, and it

took a lot of effort for her to wake up.

Now that the patient's wound had cracked like this, it should have been caused by a quarrel with this man.

She thought there was no point in men being handsome because they didn't know how to be considerate and

take care of women,

The doctor applied some painkillers to Yvette. As she gave Yvette stitches, she couldn't help but say, "Yvette, remember that health is the most important thing at all times, and don't hurt yourself for someone who doesn't deserve it. Otherwise, you're hurting your family, too."

Family?

Yvette had survived so many difficult times. Only when she heard this word, she choked up, and her tears began to flow uncontrollably.

In the past, Phoebe was her family, but Phoebe was gone.

Later, the baby was her family, but the baby was gone, too.

Yvette had no family anymore.

The medicine the doctor gave her had valium in it, so after crying for a while, Yvette fell asleep.

Outside the ward, Lance had been standing the entire time. He was a clean freak, but at that time, he was not even willing to wash the blood all over his body.

He stared unblinkingly at the tightly shut ward.

When the doctor came out, he stopped her and asked, "How is she?"

"The patient has been taken care of, but she has just gone through a major change, so you have to be more.

tolerant and less aggressive, and let her get well as soon as possible."

The doctor's words seemed to drain Lance of his strength.

He knew that his presence was a stimulus for Yvette.

After that, Lance did not step into the ward for the next few days.

He just hired four care workers to change shifts and take care of Yvette twenty-four hours a day.

However, it was more surveillance than care.

They reported Yvette's every move to Lance, including how much water she drank a day and how much food.

she ate.

The care workers would take pictures of Yvette and send them to Lance. He looked at her quiet and sleepy face with mixed feelings.

Never again would she look so relaxed in his presence.

Frankie came in and saw Lance standing by the window. His handsome and haggard face filled Frankie with

emotion.

"How is it?" Lance asked without turning his head.

Frankie replied, "The men who kidnapped Ms. Myers that day escaped and fell off a cliff on the winding mountain road. There was an explosion in the vehicle, and no one survived. Yet we haven't found out whether they were enemies of the Myers family or of Ms. Myers."

Since they were all dead, it meant that the clues had been lost.

Lance asked coldly, "What else?"

"There is no news of Ms. Thackeray for now, but the two men who kidnapped Mrs. Wolseley have been found. Would you like to see them first?"

Lance's face changed in a second as he said coldly, "I'll see them now."

In an underground garage in the suburbs.

The heavy iron gate was pulled open, and there was a pungent smell.

Frankie choked and coughed. He looked forward and saw that it was two guys on the ground wetting their pants in terror, like two puddles of mud.

He reached out and covered the black hood on the two with disgust. Darkness suddenly attacked the two

guys.

The two guys could only hear the sound of leather shoes kicking, so they banged their heads on the ground

and cried, "Sir, can you let us go? We are just beggars. Why did you take us here?"

"Bang!"

After a terrifying sound!

These two gangsters had their kneecaps smashed by black-clad bodyguards armed with baseball bats. "Ah!!!" they shouted.

The crisp sound of bones accompanied by the miserable screams of the two people rushed to the roof. "Do you know why I took you here now?" Lance asked coldly.

"Is it the big deal we did a few days ago?" asked the fat man, who reacted fast and was afraid of getting hit again.

Seeing that Lance was silent, the fat man hurriedly said, "A few days ago, we kidnapped a little beauty in the underground parking lot of the hospital."

Lance's eyes were suddenly cold and filled with anger. He said in a low voice, "Tell me exactly what happened that day. Don't leave out a single word."

"Alright, alright! Don't hit me. I'll tell you everything!" The fat guy nodded hurriedly and was ready to give in.

"Me too, me too!" the skinny man also nodded repeatedly, afraid that it would be too late for him to say anything.

The two of them hurried through a general account of that day.

Fatty said, "It was that vicious woman who came to us. She asked us to cripple that little beauty and whip

her pretty hard. But we really didn't know that she was pregnant, otherwise, we wouldn't do that."

"Bang!"

The terrifying sound appeared again, and this time it was both of their arms that were hit.

"Ah!!"

The two screamed, rolling and twitching on the ground. Each of them had their arm broken into two pieces and hung on their shoulders.

"I said, don't leave out a word!" The man's deep voice was like a malevolent asura in the dark.

The fat man quickly said, "I slapped her twice and tore off her clothes."

The tall and thin man also admitted, "I just whipped her a few times with my belt. I slapped and kicked her

twice."

The thin and tall one's voice became smaller and smaller, and the more he spoke, the less confident he became.

Lance's handsome face was already filled with gloom and terror.

He said coldly, "Make them suffer before handing them to the police."

These words made the two hooligans despair!

Lance walked away and left them behind, and the two of them wailed like pigs being slaughtered!

In the hospital.

Ellen made time to visit Yvette every day. When she arrived, she would ask the care workers out, and the two of them would have some intimate talk.

The care workers would be obedient because Lance had told them not to make things difficult for Ellen when she came over.

One day, not long after Ellen left, the door of the ward was pushed open again.

Yazmin came in with a wheelchair and slowly approached the bed. She smiled and asked, "Yvette, how do you feel now?"

Yvette frowned and did not want to talk nonsense with her. "Get out!"

Yazmin felt comfortable and sat in her wheelchair. She looked at her calmly and said, "Why are you getting so

worked up? I heard that your little..."

She paused, pretended to cough, and corrected her words. "Your little child was gone, so I came to see you." Yvette was so irritated by Yazmin's words, her eyes filled with anger!