"Prepare a few more clean towels."
"Okay, Ms. Clark."
The maid rushed off to prepare them.
Enna Clark said to the doctor, "He doesn't want to go to the hospital, so let's not waste any time. Let's stop the bleeding from his wound first. Everyone else, help out wherever you can."
"Alright." The others helped cut the gauze, and prepared cotton to stop the bleeding.
The doctor cautiously approached the person on the sofa, and after tentatively trying to wipe Lyle Westbrook's wound, relaxed, "Ms. Clark, please start treating Young Master Lyle's arm wound while I set up an IV for the inflammation."
Heaven knows they couldn't get close to Lyle before, but now that Miss Clark was here, they finally could get close.
"Okay." Enna Clark, without wasting any words, picked up the cotton to stop the bleeding.
Luckily, Lyle Westbrook only held onto her wrist and didn't restrict her movements.
Enna Clark's actions were swift.
