Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband-Chapter 865 - : How Do You Want to Die?
Chapter 865: Chapter 865: How Do You Want to Die?
Yet, before Camila Walker could turn around, she heard the unexpectedly surprised voice of Clayton Howard.
“Young Master?”
Hearing this address, Camila Walker was also shocked.
The Young Master he referred to, wasn’t that… Baron Stuart?
Turning her head abruptly, she indeed saw the frosty-faced Baron Stuart walking in. Those ink-jade-like black eyes beneath his brows emitted a chilling sensation, causing Camila Walker to have an ominous premonition.
So, Clayton Howard had been caring for her here all these days because of Baron Stuart’s orders.
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Baron Stuart lifted his eyes, glancing at Clayton Howard.
In these past few days, he had indeed been exceptionally attentive. Aside from reporting some necessary matters to him, had he been staying here taking care of this woman all the time?
“Young Master, why are you here?” Clayton Howard was surprised at his appearance.
Baron Stuart shifted his gaze, no longer looking at him but instead at the woman on the hospital bed.
With a changed face, indeed no one could recognize her.
“How do you want to die?” he raised his eyes, his tone frighteningly cold as he looked at Camila Walker.
Camila Walker was slightly startled, not expecting him to be so blunt.
She didn’t want to die, but she was also very clear in her mind that begging for mercy from the man before her would just be a waste of effort, utterly impossible.
Camila Walker remained silent, knowing she couldn’t escape this ordeal.
On the side, Clayton Howard was somewhat stunned, with an unidentifiable emotion hidden between his brows. That heart of his, usually so serene and undisturbed, twisted slightly upon hearing the words “How do you want to die?”
However, that faint trace of dissonance was quickly dismissed by him.
“It doesn’t matter, death is death anyway.” Camila Walker lowered her eyelids, her expression somewhat despondent, looking as if she no longer cared about life or death, utterly devoid of vitality.
Clayton Howard was somewhat astonished.
He remembered the last time at the cliffside, she had been so desperate to live. But why did she no longer struggle this time?
Baron Stuart’s eyes raised; there wasn’t a single trace of complication in them. He never pitied others’ life or death.
He turned and walked toward Clayton Howard, then reached into his arms to remove a silver pistol.
Watching his every move, Camila Walker still did not exhibit any abnormal reaction, maintaining a resolute expression as if she were ready to face death, waiting for Baron Stuart to shoot her.
However, Clayton Howard was quite surprised.
Just as Baron Stuart pulled out the pistol and aimed it at Camila Walker, an inexplicable urge surged within him. He rushed forward and stopped him abruptly, “Young Master!”
Baron Stuart turned his gaze ever so slightly, apparently surprised at Clayton Howard’s action, and frowned slightly as he looked at him.
Realizing his own improper behavior, Clayton Howard was also startled, but he immediately came up with another explanation.
“My lord, it’s just that we are in the hospital right now, and also, the Young Madam instructed me to ensure she is safely discharged.” It was only at this moment that he had a sudden insight.
Had the Young Madam specifically instructed him, foreseeing the possibility of today’s scene?
So, was she protecting Camila Walker?
But why would she do that?
Baron Stuart narrowed his eyes, clearly finding Clayton Howard’s explanation a bit far-fetched.
He has never been one to be swayed in his matters, and moreover, that wasn’t within his scope of duties.
A subordinate should understand how to be loyal to his master.
“So?” Baron Stuart looked at him, his brows furrowing as he waited for him to continue explaining.
Just because of a word from the Young Madam, was he prepared to stop what he had decided?
Clayton Howard paused, seemingly also realizing the inappropriateness of his own actions.
