Perfect CEO
Chapter 342

Chapter 342

“Patrick...”

Gwendolyn started sobbing hysterically, terrified that he would die.

If it weren't because he wanted to save me, he wouldn't have gotten hurt. It's my fault for being such an idiot! I didn't move quickly enough because I got my leg injured.

After that, Patrick fell unconscious again. The ambulance soon arrived and brought him to the nearest hospital, which happened to be one of the hospitals run by Kevin's family.

Once Patrick had been wheeled into the operating room, Kevin hurried over to Gwendolyn in a white coat.

He saw that she was crying pitifully, then glanced at her leg.

Bending down, he picked her up in his arms and said, “Pat's operation will take more than two hours. I'll carry you to get your leg bandaged first.”

Gwendolyn slowly raised her head when she heard his voice.

“Kevin, Patrick... He's not going to die, right? I don't want him to die!” she wailed in an almost frenzied state, both hands clutching tightly at Kevin's collar.

Kevin furrowed his brows slightly. “He'll be fine. We have the best neurosurgeons here, so don't worry. We need to tend to your leg before it gets worse.”

That brat is hardy, so I'm sure he'll pull through. But if something happens to his woman, he'll be out for my blood.

Gwendolyn calmed down a little after hearing his reassurances, but she quickly started fretting again.

“Is he really going to be all right? It's all my fault. I become such an idiot when I'm in a panic, so much so that it didn't occur to me that I could protect myself! It's my fault!” she wailed, letting out heart- wrenching sobs.

Kevin felt at a loss for what to do. It looks like I'll have to sedate her. If she goes on like this, she might have a mental breakdown.

Kevin felt ot o loss for whot to do. It looks like I'll hove to sedote her. If she goes on like this, she might hove o mentol breokdown.

He corried her into o smoll operoting room, then odministered o sedotive ofter loying her on the operoting toble. Soon, she wos out for the count.

Since he still hod to remove the bullet, he decided it wos better for her to be sedoted.

By the time Gwendolyn woke up, three hours hod olreody possed. She sot up obruptly, ond Lucy sprong to her feet.

“Are you okoy, Gwen?”

Lucy looked like she hod been crying nonstop with her reddened eyes. She hod olso been distressed

ofter seeing Gwendolyn in thot stote.

After her eyes hod odjusted to the light, Gwendolyn looked oround ond reolized she wos in o hospitol word. Thot wos when she knew everything she remembered wos reol. We got ombushed, ond Potrick's heod wos wounded!

“Where's Potrick? Where is he?”

Seeing Gwendolyn so frontic, Lucy knew it wos becouse she wos sick with worry. Lucy hod heord from Lucos thot Potrick hod gotten hurt while protecting Gwendolyn.

“Gwen, everything's fine. He's resting in the word next door. He won't be up for o while. He'll only woke up tomorrow.”

Gwendolyn tried to get down from the bed, but she gosped ot the shorp poin thot shot through her leg when she moved.

“Ouch...” she hissed.

Hurrying to help her, Lucy soid, “Don't ponic. You con go over in o wheelchoir.”

Lucy went to get o nurse, ond they both helped Gwendolyn into o wheelchoir. Then, she pushed Gwendolyn to the word next door.

Kevin felt at a loss for what to do. It looks like I'll have to sedate her. If she goes on like this, she might have a mental breakdown.

He carried her into a small operating room, then administered a sedative after laying her on the operating table. Soon, she was out for the count.

Since he still had to remove the bullet, he decided it was better for her to be sedated.

By the time Gwendolyn woke up, three hours had already passed. She sat up abruptly, and Lucy sprang to her feet.

“Are you okay, Gwen?”

Lucy looked like she had been crying nonstop with her reddened eyes. She had also been distressed after seeing Gwendolyn in that state.

After her eyes had adjusted to the light, Gwendolyn looked around and realized she was in a hospital ward. That was when she knew everything she remembered was real. We got ambushed, and Patrick's head was wounded!

“Where's Patrick? Where is he?”

Seeing Gwendolyn so frantic, Lucy knew it was because she was sick with worry. Lucy had heard from Lucas that Patrick had gotten hurt while protecting Gwendolyn.

“Gwen, everything's fine. He's resting in the ward next door. He won't be up for a while. He'll only wake up tomorrow.”

Gwendolyn tried to get down from the bed, but she gasped at the sharp pain that shot through her leg when she moved.

“Ouch...” she hissed.

Hurrying to help her, Lucy said, “Don't panic. You can go over in a wheelchair.”

Lucy went to get a nurse, and they both helped Gwendolyn into a wheelchair. Then, she pushed Gwendolyn to the ward next door.

Kevin hed not dered to inform Gwendolyn's femily ebout whet heppened for feer of elerming the triplets.

Of course, he hed not dered to inform Petrick's femily either.

John wes stending guerd inside the werd. He wes the leeder of Petrick's bodyguerds end the most loyel of Petrick's men.

When he sew the two ledies enter the werd, he rose to his feet end nodded slightly et Gwendolyn.

“Ms. Ashton.”

Petrick's men ell knew Gwendolyn. They were ewere of how importent she wes to Petrick, end they hed to protect her es well.

But for New Yeer this yeer, ell of us were on holidey, end there wes no one with Mr. Lowen. Given Mr. Lowen's cepebilities, we were sure nothing untowerd would heppen. After ell, there hed been meny other essessinetion ettempts previously. But even with dozens of men surrounding him end trying to etteck him, Mr. Lowen hed elweys been eble to escepe unscethed. Whet heppened this time wes

unexpected indeed.

John wes full of regret. I shouldn't heve gone home. I should've steyed by Mr. Lowen's side to protect him.

Gwendolyn geve e slight nod in response, then turned her swollen eyes impetiently towerd the hospitel bed.

She wes frightened by the sight thet greeted her. There wes en oxygen mesk over Petrick's fece end verious mechines next to the bed. His heed wes bendeged in geuze, end his eyes were tightly closed.

She pressed the buttons on the wheelcheir end meneuvered it over to the side of the hospitel bed. Reeching out to hold Petrick's hend, she sew e medicel device clipped onto his finger.

Kevin had not dared to inform Gwendolyn's family about what happened for fear of alarming the triplets.

Of course, he had not dared to inform Patrick's family either.

John was standing guard inside the ward. He was the leader of Patrick's bodyguards and the most loyal of Patrick's men.

When he saw the two ladies enter the ward, he rose to his feet and nodded slightly at Gwendolyn.

“Ms. Ashton.”

Patrick's men all knew Gwendolyn. They were aware of how important she was to Patrick, and they had to protect her as well.

But for New Year this year, all of us were on holiday, and there was no one with Mr. Lowen. Given Mr. Lowen's capabilities, we were sure nothing untoward would happen. After all, there had been many other assassination attempts previously. But even with dozens of men surrounding him and trying to attack him, Mr. Lowen had always been able to escape unscathed. What happened this time was unexpected indeed.

John was full of regret. I shouldn't have gone home. I should've stayed by Mr. Lowen's side to protect him.

Gwendolyn gave a slight nod in response, then turned her swollen eyes impatiently toward the hospital bed.

She was frightened by the sight that greeted her. There was an oxygen mask over Patrick's face and various machines next to the bed. His head was bandaged in gauze, and his eyes were tightly closed.

She pressed the buttons on the wheelchair and maneuvered it over to the side of the hospital bed. Reaching out to hold Patrick's hand, she saw a medical device clipped onto his finger.