Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 52

With those words, Gabrielle turned to them with a look so fierce her resentment was blatant on her face. Her eyes were so intent, one could almost feel her seething look pierce through their heart. Estelle had never seen Gabrielle like this or felt terrified in her presence.

Gabrielle got into the ambulance and left without even looking at Westley.

Westley was suddenly annoyed that she had ignored him so easily.

"Alvin, I'll go to the hospital. You stay here and handle everything else. Don't let them get away with this. We must avenge Gabrielle and the wounds they inflicted on her." Just as Wesley was about to drive off, a voice came from behind him.

"Westley, I'll go with you." It was Benny, and now he stood in front of Westley.

Westley glanced at Estelle and the three women not far away. "Benny, I think you have more pressing issues to address here, before you can concern yourself with going to the hospital. I have a suggestion for you. Stay away from Gabrielle for now. I'm telling you, if you don't and she goes crazy, the consequences will be dire for you."

Without waiting for a response, Westley got into the car and left for the hospital.

When Westley arrived at the hospital, Gabrielle was outside the operating room alone, pacing back and forth anxiously.

"Gabrielle, has someone looked at your wounds?"

Westley was irritated when he noticed that the nail marks on Gabrielle's face had not been attended to.

Without a hint of surprise at all, Gabrielle received Westley's cold looks with no emotion. This was nothing new; he had never been kind to her.

"My injury is not that serious. I will deal with it when the operation is over. The doctor said that Sloane had multiple soft tissue contusions, from the blow to the back of her head. The situation is quite serious. I'm worried..."

"Gabrielle, don't you know that you are putting yourself at risk of a tetanus infection, by not treating those scratches on your fingernails? Do you understand how serious this is? Or are you still so engrossed in the well-being of others? Do you want to die?"

Westley said with his face void of any emotions.

But Gabrielle instinctively knew that Westley cared about her and tried to reassure him. "Westley, I know you care about me, but I..."

"Who cares about you? Let me make something very clear when it comes to the matter of you dying as my wife. Firstly, I'm not in the mood to be a widower. Nor do I have tolerance for those who may say, I am responsible for my wife's misfortune."

Westley's words were so harsh.

Gabrielle's feeling of gratitude at the sight of him, just moments ago, vanished under a dark cloud of regret. Who would have known that the illustrious CEO of Morris Group would be so concerned with common gossip? Besides, no one dared to talk ill of Westley; it was no secret that Westley would shut that person's mouth forever.

"Don't worry. I would never give you the satisfaction of dying so easily." Gabrielle glared at Westley angrily.

Just then, Remy arrived and rushed over to them. He sensed that the atmosphere between Westley and Gabrielle was anything but matrimonial. His arrival did nothing to dissipate the lingering resentment between them

"Westley, what happened? What was so urgent that I had to come here? What happened to Gabrielle? Did you hurt her?" Remy was unpleasantly surprised by the wound on Gabrielle's face, and this led him to snap at Westley.

"I don't have time to abuse her. I asked you to come here so you could attend to her wounds."

Westley's face darkened. Westley never thought that he gave the impression he could be physically violent towards women. Was Remy a good friend for thinking so lowly of him? What could have possibly convinced Remy that Westley was like that? At that very moment, Westley felt that his choice of friends was questionable.

"This is not my hospital. How can I...? "

"Remy, what I'm asking of you is not complicated. Find a way to take this stubborn woman away from here and attend to her wounds, simple. Please, just get on with it!"

Westley interrupted Remy impatiently.

Remy's response was a wry and reluctant smile. Come to think of it, Westley's request wasn't entirely impossible. Bot

h of them were well acquainted with the doctors in the hospital. Remy had trained a few residents in this hospital, such that borrowing a therapeutic room wouldn't raise any eyebrows.

"Remy, I should have known something was up because it's so rare for you to just visit our hospital. I thought you were specifically coming to see me, but it seems you are only here to borrow the therapeutic room. Is this lady your younger brother's wife?" Before Remy could respond, the gentleman approached them both with a medical tray, which had a host of instruments that Remy needed.

"Younger brother's wife? Don't be silly. She is my elder brother's wife,"

Remy reminded his colleague sternly.

"I'm sorry, I must have misunderstood. I just figured whoever it was, must be very important to you; judging from how anxious you were. Nice to meet you. I'm Leon Miller, Remy's friend. I am also a fellow and surgeon at this hospital." Leon put down the tray and walked to Gabrielle as he introduced himself.

"Nice to meet you, Leon. I'm Gabrielle Jones." Gabrielle deliberately did not reveal her identity. What was the point anyway? Remy had already made it clear that she was his brother's wife, so be it? There was no need for any further explanations.

"Remy, you'd better get to dressing Gabrielle's wound. It looks like its infected. Let me get out of your hair then. Call me if you need anything." Leon then left the therapeutic room.

Remy began to disinfect his hands before wearing his surgical gloves. Everything was set to clean Gabrielle's wounds. "Gabrielle, please don't take my brother's words to heart. He means well."

"I know." Of course, Gabrielle knew he didn't intend any real harm to her.

"Gabrielle, I need you to lie down on the bed. I'm going to clean your wounds now." Remy put on his surgical mask, indicating that he was ready to begin.

Gabrielle lay down obediently. Since the incident earlier, she hadn't mustered the courage to look at her face in the mirror; the pain let her know it wasn't pretty.

Worry suddenly flooded her thoughts. If these wounds were not properly treated, they could leave distasteful scars on her face that she would bear till her death.

With this in mind, Gabrielle exhaled deeply. She became overwhelmed with guilt remembering the severity of Sloane's injury. Gabrielle's heart sank.