Chapter 891: Chapter 891: Find a Doctor

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So hot.

He suddenly understood; the little girl’s red, flushed face wasn’t because she had been crying, but because she was feverish, feverish to this extent.

“Wuu wuu… hot.” Gigi, held in his arms, had called out to him several times, and he seemed not to have minded her. Uncomfortably twisting in the man’s embrace, she started to whimper, showing signs of crying, “Uncle… Uncle… hot.”

Yet her hand still clung dependently to the man’s clothes, gripping tightly, like finding light in the darkness.

“Hot… Gigi… hot…”

Lyle Westbrook looked at the pair of large eyes that were so similar to those he remembered, and for some reason, he was moved with compassion. He lifted her up a bit and coaxed her softly, “Alright, it’s not hot. I’ll take you to see the doctor. After seeing the doctor and taking your medicine, it won’t hurt anymore.”

The bodyguards in the room exchanged glances,

Is this Young Master Lyle?

Young Master Lyle seems only gentle like this in front of the little miss, but the little miss isn’t here right now. Could this little girl truly be Young Master Lyle’s niece?

Did Patrick really have the audacity to kidnap Young Master Lyle’s little niece?

Otherwise, why would Young Master Lyle be so tender to a little baby?

The bodyguards continued to exchange looks while Lyle Westbrook merely swept a glance at the people around him with his peripheral vision, giving the elegant, casual command, “Prepare the car.”

“Yes.”

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30 minutes later.

The car arrived at a luxurious three-story European-style villa. Walking through the deep courtyard, one would see the fountain in front of the villa. Two rows of servants in uniform stood straight, waiting for their master’s return.

As soon as the Lexus stopped, a person who looked like a housekeeper immediately helped to open the car door and asked with deep concern, “Young Master Lyle, you’ve returned? Would you like to dine?”

Lyle Westbrook, holding the little girl in his arms, didn’t so much as furrow his brow as he said indifferently, “No need, get a personal doctor over here.”

The housekeeper also noticed the little girl in his arms, paused momentarily, and then quickly said, “Right away, Young Master Lyle, I’ll take care of it.”

He was almost on his way.

The man holding the little girl suddenly stopped in his tracks, looked down at the little girl who was clutching his clothes, and furrowed his brow imperceptibly before calling out to him, “Wait.”

The housekeeper immediately halted, returning to his side and bowing respectfully, “Is there anything else you require, Young Master Lyle?”

“Get a doctor who is familiar with pediatrics over here, and make it quick.”

The housekeeper quickly stole a glance at Giselle Lawrence in his arms and upon seeing the little girl’s pretty face, averted his gaze hastily as if afraid of being caught, nodded, and answered promptly, “Don’t worry, Young Master Lyle.”

Having said that, he hurried into the villa, presumably to make the call.

“Gigi… scared…” Perhaps the small confinement room she had been shut in left a psychological scar on the usually brave little girl. Suddenly seeing so many strangers, she buried her head in the man’s chest, murmuring in her baby voice.

Lyle Westbrook felt the small person in his arms and his heart softened. He soothed her softly, “Don’t be scared, I’m here.”

The little girl heard his voice, shyly lifted her head, resembling a cautious gopher, as if afraid of being caught. Her large eyes blinked and settled on Lyle Westbrook. Seeing him, the girl with the feverishly red face brightened, cracked a toothless silly grin, and called out to him with a crispy voice, “Uncle…”

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