The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 752 Her Wrath

Eric's pupils shrank fiercely while Clayton laughed.

"Mr. Ferguson, she's resting inside. You'd better not go in and disturb her."

It was more effective to hit where it hurt. Eric also had a weakness, which was Nicole.

Clayton knew full well that Eric never gave up on Nicole, so Clayton wanted to take out their unpleasant past to remind Eric repeatedly that he did not deserve Nicole.

Clayton considered himself a gentleman, but in the business world, chivalry was a demeanor practiced only by people at the top of the pyramid when they had nothing better to do. He came from the world of fame and fortune, so what had he not seen before?

Eric's previous surprise attack caught him off guard, but if Eric wanted to get him again, Clayton would officially take action.

Clayton's provocation made Eric feel agitated, so Eric did not hold back and punched Clayton heavily in the face. "What do you think you are?!"

Clayton fell straight to the ground.

He had lost too much blood, so he had not fully recovered. After taking this punch head-on, Clayton felt dizzy and was on the verge of blacking out. His body was already at its limit.

The nurse who was doing rounds suddenly saw this scene. She was so scared that she screamed.

Clayton was lying on the floor weakly, gasping for air.

The door of the ward opposite them suddenly opened, and Nicole appeared at the doorway in a wheelchair.

Nicole's face changed dramatically when she saw this scene. "Eric Ferguson!"

Eric's clenched fist stiffened in mid-air. The atmosphere instantly condensed.

The surrounding doctors and nurses rushed over and gathered around Clayton.

The man's face was miserably pale. The bright red blood at the corners of his lips on his clear and gentle face made him look even more miserable. He looked s o sick and weak that people could not help but feel pity for him.

However, no one dared to complain because they all heard the name that Nicole shouted.

Eric Ferguson!

Eric slowly stood up straight. His deep and dark eyes were fixed on the woman sitting in the wheelchair. The redness in his bloodshot eyes had not yet faded. There was also a gloom in them at this moment. He saw that Nicole was first shocked, then angry.

This kind of wrath was directed at him.

In that instant, he just felt like his heart was pierced by a sharp hook. It was painful and bloody.

Nicole's wheelchair arrived in front of Eric, but she did not say a word to him. Instead, she looked down with concern at Clayton, who was lying there being resuscitated.

"How is he?"

The doctor did not dare to move Clayton's body too much. His tone was serious.

"He lost too much blood and hasn't fully recovered. This punch likely caused a concussion. As for the subsequent complications caused by an insufficient blood supply to the brain, we'll need to do a further examination to know the specific situation."

After that, the doctor looked at the nurse at the side and ordered in a low voice. "Prepare the stretcher and examination room. Don't move the patient's body too much."

Everyone quickly went to do as ordered. In less than a minute, the stretcher came.

Clayton was lying there weakly. His lips were ashen and white, and his gentle and handsome face was so fragile as if he could leave this world in the next second. Nicole's heart fiercely clenched for a moment.

A normal person would not pass out from one punch. It was only because he had given her too much blood before.

Nicole could not be clearer about that feeling of weakness after donating blood. The whole body would feel extremely weak.

Now, Clayton was suffering because of her.

The doctor took Clayton away, leaving Nicole and Eric alone.

Once their eyes met, they had some unspeakable complications.

Nicole lowered her eyes. Her face was indifferent, and her voice was clear and cold. "What are you doing here?"

Eric was just about to open his mouth when Nicole snorted coldly and said, "You're here to beat people u p?"