C7 She Was on Guard What Are You Doing Here?

The girl's fair little face was filled with exhaustion. She was still as tender and innocent as before.

The little princess of the Hudson family, who had never tasted the joy of the mortal world, had finally been dragged into the world of mortals by him.

She lowered her head and did not say anything. She looked innocent and obedient.

Lamont unconsciously slowed down his tone. "I thought you would ask me to pay for your surgery fees for you."

Rosa looked at his cold and handsome face and asked curiously, "If I beg you, will you agree?"

A faint smile appeared on the man's thin lips. "No."

She knew him well enough.

Rosa stood up from the sofa and picked up her coat. She walked to the door without saying a word.

She placed her hand on the door handle and turned her back to him. Her expression was indifferent. "You better keep your word. Don't make me look down on you!"

After saying that, she left the room.

Lamont leaned against the sofa and watched her leave. He raised his hand and wiped his lips.

The faint color of rouge made the man's forehead furrow. The loneliness surged over him. It was so empty that it felt like his heart had been emptied.

He felt disappointed.

...

A few days later.

Lamont was sued.

The headlines on the front page of the newspaper stated that the Booker Group had sued him for intentionally injuring others.

It was said that Boyce's hand had suffered a crushing fracture and was severely injured.

There was only one sole descendant of the Booker family. It was no wonder that he would not let this matter go.

Rosa folded the newspaper and flipped it over. She did not stay for long.

If Lamont had been defeated so easily, then the Hudson Group would not have changed owners. She would not have had to run around for the surgery fees.

In fact, it was proven that her thoughts were correct.

In just a few days, the news reported that the Booker family had been charged with bribery and had been investigated.

The corner of Rosa's mouth curled up. She was indeed Lamont. She had solved the problem so quickly.

"What are you laughing at?"

Emmitt was wearing an oxygen mask, and it was a little difficult for him to speak. When he saw his daughter laughing, he could not help but ask.

Rosa held his hand and looked at him in surprise, "Dad, when did you wake up?"

"I just woke up and saw my little princess laughing."

Emmitt smiled as he spoke. Ever since the accident in the company, his little princess had not smiled for a long time.

Rosa smiled and said, "Dad, when you are better, we will go to Finland to see the polar lights, okay?"

"Okay, my dear daughter, I will go wherever you want to go."

Emmitt raised his hand and touched her thin face. He asked worriedly, "Did he make things difficult for you?"

She was startled and immediately shook her head, "No, he just became the CEO. How could he have the time to make things difficult for me?"

Emmitt sighed, "Rosa, don't think about taking revenge on him. You're no match for him."

She lowered her eyelashes and said, "Dad, I just want to leave Grobridge with you. I don't want anything else."

"It's dad who has dragged you down …"

"Don't say that." Rosa's eyes reddened as she leaned against his hand. "You are my beloved father. I will wait for your recovery. We can go on a trip together and ignore everything else."

Emmitt touched her long hair and smiled bitterly.

Suddenly, the door of the ward was pushed open, breaking the warm atmosphere in the room.

Lamont walked in, dressed in a neat and tidy manner. He was handsome and cold.

Rosa sat still and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Lamont stood by the bed and nodded slightly at Emmitt. He then asked indifferently, "Are you feeling better?"

"I'm old and have a serious illness. It's just a matter of a few more days."

"The doctor said that as long as the kidney is successfully transplanted, you will live for another ten years."

Emmitt smiled, and a smile appeared on his old and pale face. "So, you froze my account with Rosa and made her beg for me to die?"

Lamont looked at him expressionlessly. "What benefits do I have if you die?"

"You hate me."

"It's more painful to hate you. Compared to letting you die, I hope you can live on."

It was too easy for him to be released!