Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Sir Please Mellow Down A Bit Chapter 333

Chapter 333 The Operation

Lyra's entire body froze. The next second, she immediately turned around, wanting to push him away. However, most of Hank's body was pressed against her. She pushed with her hand, and he pulled her even tighter. The man turned around, and the two of them lay on the operating table together. The light was very dazzling. She had just frowned when Hank leaned closer and blocked the light with his face. "Let go of me!" Lyra gritted her teeth. "No." "I'm afraid that if I let go, I won't have another chance." Hank's eyes shone with a deep light as he stared straight at her face. Lyra frowned even more. She was clearly here to negotiate with him, but she was tricked by him. "Mr. Barnwell, I didn't expect you to be so childish. Let go of me. Otherwise, I will call everyone outside in and let everyone know that you are fine." He grunted, but his hand did not let go of her. "You can shout."

Lyra was now in an intimate position with him. The distance between the two of them was so close, and he wanted her to call someone in? "Let me go first." Lyra struggled a few times. Her elbow hit his arm. Hank's brows suddenly tightened. Pain instantly engulfed his entire body. He could not maintain this posture for too long. He had no choice but to let go. His face suddenly turned pale and he retreated to the other side. Only then did Lyra realize that there were indeed injuries on his body. Although it was not so serious, he had indeed been unconscious for a day because of this accident. She watched as the man lowered his head and walked to the other side of the operating room, flipping through the table. "You know how to bandage it, right?" He threw a roll of medical gauze to Lyra and handed her a pair of scissors. He was here for a craniotomy. If there wasn't a single wound when they went out, it would definitely arouse suspicion.

"Promise me my conditions first," Lyra said coldly as she retracted her gaze. A smile flashed across Hank's lips, and his voice was cold and pleasant to hear. Only then did Lyra step forward and bandage him. Her technique was not accurate and would hurt Hank from time to time. His head had to dodge left and right.

However, he was not angry.

He looked like he was enjoying himself. Lyra put on the last piece of gauze and looked at him with a frown. "You didn't really damage your brain, did you?" The man suddenly held his head. "Maybe. I still feel a headache." "Stop pretending. I won't fall for the same trick again." Lyra put the gauze and scissors back and looked at the time. "The craniotomy will take at least two hours. You can wait slowly." But she was about to leave. She was blocked by Hank. "Get out of the way."

"We haven't finished discussing business yet. Aren't you afraid of losing out?" "What do you mean?" Lyra looked at him in confusion.

"You installed a surveillance camera in the flower basket that you sent me. How are you going to settle this debt?" Lyra's heart skipped a beat. She knew that he was not so easy to deceive.

Outside the operating room. Alma kept walking around, muttering in a panic, "It's over. It's been so long. Why is there no movement at all?" In the distance, a figure walked over. It was Terry. "What are you doing here? You are not welcome here," Lachlan scolded.

"How can I not come over to take a look when Mr. Barnwell is having a craniotomy? There is always a 'what if in everything. If his surgery fails, I have to take over the company's affairs." Terry smiled contemptuously. "You..."

Alma's face was pale. What Terry said was not unreasonable. If Hank failed the operation or really became a vegetable, what should she do for the rest of her life?

Yes, she should do as her father said and cut all ties with Hank.

But now that she had become like this, who else would want her? Alma's eyes flickered, and she quickly turned her attention to Terry. The child was Terry's, and the Barnwell group would also be Terry's in the future... "I'm going to the bathroom," Alma said in a low voice as she wiped away her tears.

When she walked past Terry, she glanced at him.

Terry understood. He smiled and quickly followed her. The two of them hit it off. In the narrow hospital corridor, they got intimate for a while. Alma fell into his arms, her forehead full of thin sweat. Terry reached out to brush her hair and gently bit her earlobe. "Why are you so impatient? Did Hank not touch you?"

"He doesn't have me in his heart at all. Terry, I, I regret my decision." Alma sobbed, feeling wronged.

No man would not be tempted by her delicate appearance, except for Hank.

As soon as she finished her words, Terry reached out to hold her cheek, and a deep light flashed in his eyes. "Now Hank is going to die. You remembered me?" "He's going to die? What do you mean?" Alma was stunned.

She thought that Hank was only going to have brain surgery, and the surgery would be risky. But what did Terry mean by this?

His expression at this time was particularly vicious, making people feel fear. "Literally." Terry suddenly leaned over and kissed Alma hard on the lips. "I told you long ago that only I am the future master of the Barnwell group. You didn't believe me and insisted on chasing after Hank. Now that you have suffered a loss, you want to come back to me. Alma, other than this body of yours, what else do you have?"

"L.."

Alma did not have time to speak before she was ruthlessly flung away by Terry. "What Hank does not want, I also disdain to take it." Terry snorted coldly and wiped his hands in disgust.

"No!"

If he left as well, what would she do with the baby? She tried her best to hold him. "I know I was wrong. Please, give me another chance, okay?" Time passed by Terry's voice sounded in her ears as if it came from hell. "That will depend on how you perform."

Half an hour later, Alma returned to the door of the operating room. Looking at the flashing red lights, she bit her lips. "Where did you go? The doctor just said that the situation was not very optimistic." Lachlan sighed, “If I had known earlier, I should not have agreed to this marriage. Now, it is equivalent to pushing you into a pit of fire." In the depths of his heart, what he cared more about was that Alma had now walked into a dead end. Her years of youth had been wasted on Hank and she had given birth to a child. Now, even if she cut ties with Barnwell family, it was impossible to marry another rich and powerful family to help the Kensley family's business. Lachlan slapped his thigh hard. For so many years, he had only raised a good-for-nothing daughter who only knew how to spend money.

Alma looked at his expression and became even more determined. Because Terry was right, she had to consider her future.

Hank, I'm sorry. Don't blame me.

"Dad, I request to stop the operation."