Lock You In My Heart

Chapter 549

Westley didn’t know how to narrate Nathan and Victor’s story to Gabrielle. After all, he wasn’t familiar with the Sanderson Family’s affairs.

“They are siblings. However, I have no idea how their relationship works. I just know that there have been some misunderstandings within the Sanderson Family. I’ll know more when Alvin figures it out,” Westley said, spilling the beans.

The fights within their family put a wall between the Sandersons.

And Victor… Victor was the most capable and powerful man in the Sanderson Family. Because of that, everyone in the family saw him as their enemy.

Westley had no plans of picking a side. He didn’t want to get roped into their family problems.

The moment Victor recovered, Westley would ask him to leave.

In order for Gabrielle and Westley to not be involved with their problems, Westley had decided to let Nathan fend for himself once he had woken up.

Thailand wasn’t a good place for Westley and Gabrielle. Going home as soon as they could was the best option for the married couple.

“I understand. It’s too dangerous for us to be involved with them. We have to keep our distance. How is Victor doing?” Gabrielle asked.

“It’s not that bad anymore. He is almost fully recovered but he refuses to leave.” Westley was upset at the mention of Victor’s name.

The first thing Victor did the moment he woke up was to ask for Gabrielle. He wanted to see her.

However, Westley did not want to let him see Gabrielle. Westley tried to avoid bringing up Victor in his conversations with Gabrielle. He had hoped that his wife would forget about Victor.

But it was a different story, now that she met Nathan. ‘Why the hell do the Sandersons keep on coming onto my wife?!’ Westley thought “Why doesn’t he want to leave? He has recovered, hasn’t he? Does he need your men for protection? The day it happened, it really looked as if someone wanted him dead. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how a family could possibly do this to one another.” Gabrielle felt helpless. It was the norm for wealthy families. Brothers turn against each other merely for the sake of their selfish interests or inheritance. Fathers may even despise their own sons. Anything was possible. Gabrielle wanted nothing to do with such. Before she married Westley, she was worried that Westley would just be like any other rich man.

“Don’t even think about the Sandersons. I’ll take you to the ER,” Westley said as he carried her in his arms and took her to the emergency room. The moment they arrived, Slater came rushing from the outside. There was an air of anxiety around him. He shot Gabrielle and Westley a look. It appeared as if Slater wanted to say something but he held his tongue. “Slater, what happened? Just say it. Gabrielle is my wife. I don’t keep secrets from her.” Westley knew Slater very well. He was usually a calm man.

The disturbance in the air around him hinted that he had something urgent to talk about. However, Gabrielle’s presence caused him to hold his tongue. “Mr. Morris… Ms. Glyn was shot. She lost a considerable amount of blood. Her blood type is O negative. However, the blood bank doesn’t have stocks right now and that kind of blood type is difficult to find. She needs it as soon as possible. I’ve already sent someone to look for it,” Slater blurted out. “What did you just say? Ms. Glyn was shot?! But when I talked to her, she looked fine. There was only a scratch on her forehead.” Gabrielle was in utter surprise. ‘She was fine when we saw her. How is this possible? It’s preposterous!’ Gabrielle thought.

“Ms. Glyn tried to help others but she wasn’t aware that one kidnapper still survived. When she did, he shot her on the chest. Luckily, he missed her heart. However, she still suffered a great deal of blood

loss. Ms. Glyn was rushed into the emergency room just now.” Slater gave the couple a brief explanation of what happened.

“What room is she in? Take me there now. I can donate. We have the same blood type,” Gabrielle anxiously exclaimed.

“Gabrielle… Are you sure?” Westley asked as he stared intently at Gabrielle’s face.

He felt how determined she was to help save Melissa.

“Of course I am. I’m sure of my blood type. Slater, take me to where she is,” Gabrielle pleaded.

“She’s upstairs.” Slater led the two of them to the emergency room.

A few moments after Slater knocked on the door, a nurse came out.

“Hello, I have the same blood type as Ms. Glyn. I can help with the blood transfusion. O negative.” Gabrielle was so agitated that all she wanted to do was barge into the room and give her blood to Melissa.

“Alright. Come with me. I have to test your blood first,” the nurse replied. She had to be sure. After all, people with that blood type did not come that often. There was a great need for it. Especially now that a lot of injured people were rushed into the ER. It was almost as if Gabrielle was sent from the heavens. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“Okay.” Gabrielle felt uneasy.

Before she could take another step, Westley stopped her. “Do you want me to come with?” “No. I can do this alone. Wait for me outside. I’ll be out soon,” Gabrielle reassured as she held her husband’s hand tightly. Only after giving him affirmation did she follow the nurse inside. All that waiting and standing outside made Westley worry a great deal. Melissa was the one who was in grave danger.

Gabrielle was merely there to donate blood. The worst that could happen was for her to faint. Still, Westley couldn’t help but anxiously stare at the doors of the operating room.

“Don’t worry about Mrs. Morris, she’ll be fine,” Slater tried to dispel his worries. He had never seen Westley so nervous. It wasn’t until then that he confirmed how much Westley cared about Gabrielle. “How is the situation there?” Westley asked, trying to divert his attention. “The local and international police force have intervened. Three of the robbers died in the shooting. Five were seriously injured. Seven escaped. The jewelry…” “I don’t care about the jewelry. It’s none of my business. Look into Nathan and see what business he has in Thailand,” Westley ordered. “Understood, Mr. Morris. I’m on it.”

Slater left without another word. Westley called Alvin as he sat on the chair outside the operating room. “Alvin, investigate about the current situation of the Sanderson Family for me. I want to know every little bit of information that you have on them. Send everything to me as soon as possible.” “Mr. Morris, why are you suddenly curious about the Sanderson Family?” Alvin asked, confused. Prior to this, the Morris Group and the Sanderson Group had no business with each other. Westley did not bother with any of the Sandersons until now. “I met them in Thailand.” Those were Westley’s final words before he hung up the phone.