Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

Lucinda stayed silent thinking about it.

She and Sally had been very close since childhood, and the Shaw and Simmons families had always been on good terms.

Now that their bodyguards had come to her and they clearly didn’t know where Kyson was, she had to take Sally back and take care of her.

She had made up her mind, but what about Nathaniel?

She looked down at him.

When he felt her gaze on him, he consciously let go of her and pushed himself to the bed.

“I’ll sleep a little longer and make you dinner when you come back.

”

Lucinda nodded with pursed lips.

“Have a rest, but when I come back, you’re showing me your wound whether you want to or not.

Got it?”

“Yeah.

”

She stayed there for a while until his breath gradually became steady and he looked much calmer.

That was when she went out with Abel, Rickey and the bodyguards of the Shaw family.

As soon as the sound of the car engine faded outside, Nathaniel called Pierre in.

“Mr.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Roberts, what’s wrong?”

Gritting his teeth in pain, Nathaniel took a few deep breaths to control it and said, “Get the medical kit that’s in the cabinet in the living room on the first floor.

You have to help me treat my wound.

”

“Okay!”

Pierre immediately rushed downstairs and soon came back with the kit.

“Mr.

Roberts, where is the wound?

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“Take off my clothes,” he replied weakly, a cold sweat forming on his forehead.

Pierre quickly nodded and hurriedly took off Nathaniel’s jacket and shirt.

As soon as he took the jacket down, Pierre froze in shock of what he was seeing.

All that blood on his white shirt.

“Oh my god! How… How did you get hurt?”

The silk shirt was practically glued to the wound.

Pierre tried to peel it off, to no avail.

Unfortunately, his efforts had also exposed the horrible gash.

“Oh, my God! Who have done this to you? Who would be so cruel?”

Pierre himself was a thug who grew up within the mafia.

Fights erupted every day, and it was pretty normal for the weaker ones to get beaten to a pulp.