The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy - C.302 - 278: What else do you wantā€¦

The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

C.302 - 278: What else do you wantā€¦
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Chapter 302: Chapter 278: What else do you wantā€¦

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Daisy Zaneā€™s arms and hands were patched with swelling and pain relief patches, which were wrapped in another layer of bandages.

The bandages were wrapped from her lower arm to her fingertips, leaving only her ring finger, little finger, and thumb exposed outside.

Afterwards, the doctor had also prescribed some ointments.

Most of the medications at the First Hospital were supplied by the Research Institute, so they were all very effective.

ā€œChange it every 24 hours,ā€ the doctor said, ā€œClean it with alcohol first, apply this and then this, then stick these, and bandage it.ā€

Every one, except Daisy Zane was listening earnestly. Even Hugo Clark was taking notes intently while Daisy, on the other hand, found it all troublesome.

It was capable of reducing its own swelling. Why did it have to be so complicated?

Having gotten the medicines, the four of them didnā€™t even leave the consulting room. It was the doctor who went back to his office.

The First Hospital is a private hospital, backed by the Clark and Lane Family.

So when they arrived, they directly came from the parking lot via an exclusively assigned elevator. The doctor had been called over as well.

From examination to getting medications, the four of them didnā€™t encounter anyone else except the doctor and nurses.

After the doctor left, Harton Clark wiped the blood off Daisy Zane with wet wipes.

Holding her face, he gently wiped off the blood traces from her face with utmost care.

Daisy Zane lifted her head to see Harton Clark. She saw him pursing his lips with a rather sickly pale face, looking down at her face but avoidant of her eyes.

After a quiet while, when Hugo Clark was planning to leave with Olivia Lane, Olivia suddenly moved a few steps forward, getting closer to Harton Clark and Daisy Zane.

Then she hung down her head and softly said, ā€œThird Uncle, Iā€™m sorry.ā€

Daisy Zane turned her head to look at her, but Harton Clark corrected her turned head: ā€œā€¦ā€¦ā€

Olivia Lane continued, ā€œShe got hurt because she was protecting me.ā€

Harton Clark didnā€™t even look at Olivia Lane and bluntly said, ā€œNo need to explain it to me; explain yourself to your brother. Why were you skipping school and why did you necessarily have to shake off the people who are following you?ā€

Olivia Laneā€™s lower lips quivered.

ā€œThink about it. Because of your wilfulness, how much trouble you brought to others,ā€ Harton Clarkā€™s voice was steady, but it still felt like a knife repeatedly cutting into the tender flesh, just like blood-spraying torment.

Hugo Clark walked up to Olivia Lane and gently guided her towards himself.

However, he didnā€™t dare to make a sound. His third uncle was angry. He dared not lose his temper at his wife, and he was already polite to Olivia Lane, a young girl.

But if he were to make a sound, he would be the one bearing the brunt of the anger.

So he could only provide some solace for Olivia Lane.

Harton Clark glanced at Hugo Clark from the corner of his eyes, ready to continue his lecture, but Daisy Zane kicked his shoe, forcing him to swallow back his words.

Harton Clark: ā€œā€¦ā€¦ā€

Daisy Zane took Harton Clarkā€™s hand off her face, held it in hers, and gave it a squeeze. She then looked at Olivia Lane and said, ā€œSince you feel so guilty, you can buy me dinner during my recording sessions.ā€

Hugo Clark: ā€œā€¦ā€¦ā€

Harton Clark didnā€™t desire to say a word, just looking down at Daisy Zane, who was holding his hand.

ā€œOkay.ā€ Olivia Lane gently responded.

ā€œYou agreed so easily?ā€ Daisy Zane chuckled.

ā€œYes.ā€

Daisy Zane let go of Harton Clarkā€™s hand, pinched Olivia Laneā€™s face, ā€œLetā€™s go to eat. Thereā€™s no need to accompany me here.ā€

Harton Clark looked at his abandoned hand: ā€œā€¦ā€¦ā€

ā€œIā€¦ā€

Just as Olivia Lane was about to say something, Hugo Clark grabbed her arm, interrupting her and saying, ā€œThird Uncle, weā€™ll leave now.ā€

After saying this, he gratefully nodded towards Daisy Zane, before leading Olivia away.

Daisy Zane watched Hugo Clark grasp Oliviaā€™s hand, squinting her eyes.

Meanwhile, Arthur North twisted her head back to face him.

However, he doesnā€™t look into her eyes. Instead, he casually hooked over a chair with his foot, sat down, and then wiped the blood off her hand.

Daisy Zane glanced at his hand, before lightly kicking his shoe.

Arthur Northā€™s eyelashes twitch slightly as he looks up at her.

Daisy Zane couldnā€™t help but smile at him, asking, ā€œThird Master, are you annoyed?ā€

Arthur North looked at her for a moment, leaned in to kiss her lips without saying a word. He carefully cleaned the blood off her arm and then grabbed her right hand, leading her to the parking lot.

As they got in the car, Arthur North prepared to start the engine. Daisy Zane asked calmly, ā€œWhere are we going? I have to go back and record a show this afternoon.ā€

The engine that was just starting up, abruptly died.

Arthur North put the handbrake up and turned to look at Daisy Zane.

Daisy Zane also turned to him, paused and then said, ā€œMy hand is just swollenā€¦ā€

ā€œWhat else do you expect?ā€ Arthur North spat out before he could control his tone.

Daisy Zane blinked slightly but before she could speak, Arthur North immediately said, ā€œIā€™m sorry.ā€

Both of them fell silent, the atmosphere in the car seemed to freeze, making it hard for them to breathe.

After a moment, Daisy Zane reached out and held Arthurā€™s hand which was resting on the handbrake.

Her left hand was firmly bandaged, resting on top of his. She could only use her little finger and ring finger to grasp his hand.

Arthur North instantly held onto those two fingers, whispering, ā€œDonā€™t put too much force.ā€

ā€œIā€™m really fine.ā€ Despite Daisy Zaneā€™s voice remaining cool, she deliberately sounded more gentle. ā€œThe little girl thought there was a sniper on the mountain, so she protected me, thatā€™s why she was hurt.ā€

Arthur North watched her for a few seconds before undoing her seat belt. He then lifted her by the waist and set her onto his lap, even pulling her legs over his own.

Daisy Zane initially tried to move away, but Arthur North held her waist, stopping her from moving. He looked into her eyes and said, ā€œLittle girl. Try to trust me, rely on me, is that okay?ā€

Daisy Zane, having her right hand supported on his shoulder, didnā€™t say anything.

ā€œToday, with just one call, both the Lanes and Clarks could have been mobilised.ā€ Arthur Northā€™s voice became deliberately softer, to the extent that it was hoarse. ā€œWhy take the risk yourself? You were driving so fast, a single error could haveā€¦ā€

Arthur North didnā€™t finish his sentence.

Daisy Zane had synched the surveillance Holt Lawrence could see, to Arthur Northā€™s systems.

As such, what Holt Lawrence could see, Arthur North could as well.

However, Arthur North did not know the origin of that surveillance footage.

While driving, he watched Daisy Zane on the surveillance decide to ram into the business car.

At that moment, Arthur North broke out in a cold sweat as he felt all his strength being drained. Mechanically, he continued to drive, getting closer to Daisy Zaneā€™s location.

What Arthur North saw on the surveillance and what Daisy Zane saw from her car were different angles, so he was even more worried.

Because of this discrepancy, from his perspective on the surveillance, it appeared Daisy Zane had steered too late.

Only after Daisy Zaneā€™s car successfully tipped the business car did Arthur North gradually regain his senses, realising his own heart was pounding.

If there had been even the slightest error, Arthur North didnā€™t dare to comprehend what could have happened.

Daisy Zane felt Arthur Northā€™s arm tighten around her. The hand she had rested on his shoulder loosened a little as she said, ā€œThird Master, perhaps you could try trusting me more. Consider me an equal to youā€¦ā€

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