"Enna, thank goodness..."
"Hmm?"
He suddenly smiled, the emotion in his peach blossom eyes seeming like it was about to overflow, intensely focused to the extreme, "I mean, thank goodness I happened to be nearby."
Otherwise, he didn't dare to imagine what would have happened just now, how she would have hurt herself again for Baron Lawrence.
Thankfully, he arrived in time.
Thankfully, Enna Clark had made that call to him.
Enna Clark hadn't expected that the call she dialed in her panic would be to Lyle Westbrook; she paused, then said, "Thank you for coming over."
Although Lyle Westbrook had anticipated her gratitude, hearing it still left a bitter taste on his lips, but he tenderly replied, "It's no big deal. I wasn't doing anything anyway."
The driver in the front seat was getting somewhat impatient listening to this.