Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 91: Summer Lowell Shows a Hurt Expression in Front of Him

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Summer Lowell Shows a Hurt Expression in Front of Him

Despite numerous attempts, Summer Lowell ultimately couldn’t resist Jennifer’s persuasion.

Jennifer took the shawl offered by the maid and leaned down to comfort Summer Lowell, who was still anxious inside the car: "Don’t worry, I’m here. I will keep you updated about Ms. Venus’s situation."

"Alright, thank you for the trouble!"

The car soon left the large manor, speeding toward the hospital.

On the other side, Jennifer’s personal secretary wrapped a shawl around Summer Lowell’s shoulders: "Miss Lowell, we’re still far from the hospital. You should take a nap; you look quite exhausted."

After all the chaos of the night, Summer Lowell indeed felt very tired.

"I’ll take a nap, then. Wake me up when we’re near the hospital."

After speaking, Summer Lowell leaned her head against the window and dozed off.

Varden Villa.

Maxim Sinclair, who had just finished a cross-regional video conference, stood up from his desk, stretched for a bit, then, remembering something, walked to the side, picked up his phone and dialed his assistant’s number: "How are things over at Clearwater Manor?"

Assistant Collins, having waited for this call for nearly an hour, quickly answered: "President Sinclair, there’s been a slight issue with Miss Lowell."

"What happened?" Maxim Sinclair set down his cup and pressed Assistant Collins for details, "Tell me exactly what happened?"

"Well, this is what happened. Tonight, when the guests gathered in the ballroom dancing, Miss Lowell had just returned and slipped right after entering the door, accidentally taking Ms. Venus down with her."

Maxim Sinclair’s face twisted: "Did she slip accidentally, or was she pushed from behind?"

Assistant Collins watched the footage just passed over the screen with a complex expression: "I’ve obtained the surveillance footage from the entrance of the ballroom and have watched it. The footage shows that when Summer Lowell fell forward, the nearest person to her was still at least a meter and a half away, unable to reach her."

"So she got excited and made a fool of herself in front of everyone?" Maxim Sinclair sneered, "I put so much effort into giving her this crucial opportunity, and it’s not for her to embarrass herself."

After a pause, Maxim Sinclair sharply sensed that Assistant Collins hadn’t finished speaking: "Is Ms. Venus hurt?"

"She is," Assistant Collins sighed in a complicated tone, "It’s said the injury is quite severe, especially affecting her right hand."

Maxim Sinclair frowned immediately upon hearing that: "Is there any nerve damage?"

"Not that," Assistant Collins glanced at the message sent from Clearwater Manor, carefully responding, "There’s one more thing, Miss Lowell is also injured. She hurt her ankle and has been sent to Mercy Hospital by the people at Clearwater Manor. It’s reportedly not serious, and she’ll recover in about a week."

After sharing this, Assistant Collins’s tone grew increasingly cautious: "President Sinclair, would you like to visit Miss Lowell?"

Meanwhile, at Varden Villa, the butler rushed to catch up with Maxim Sinclair, who was striding outside: "Young master, it’s late. Where are you heading? Would you like me to have a driver take you?"

A faint sigh escaped Assistant Collins, overhearing the butler speak.

No surprise.

Whenever something happens to Summer Lowell, President Sinclair can’t sit still.

Maxim Sinclair pulled the seatbelt over and fastened it, patiently explaining to the butler at the car window: "I’m going out to handle an urgent matter. Don’t worry, it’s late, you should get some rest."

With that, he hit the gas, driving out of Varden Villa.

The butler watched the taillights vanish in the blink of an eye, before heading back inside to dial Assistant Collins’s number: "Was it you on the phone with the young master?"

"That was me," Assistant Collins had now settled into the car as well, "Don’t worry about President Sinclair, I’m driving now and on my way to meet him."

The forty-minute drive was cut down to nearly half by Maxim Sinclair.

Following the precise location sent by Assistant Collins, he found the hospital room where Summer Lowell was staying.

In the private hospital room, Summer Lowell sat on the bed, partially reclining, staring absentmindedly at the ceiling.

Upon hearing the door open, Summer Lowell turned her head, expecting to see the nurse and ready to speak.

Once realizing who entered, Summer Lowell momentarily hesitated, almost losing her composure, but then quickly concealed it: "Why are you here so late?"

Maxim Sinclair walked up to the bed, examining Summer Lowell’s ankle for a while, then asked: "Is it badly hurt? What did the doctor say?"

"How do you even know I’m injured?" Summer Lowell shook her head gently, "Are you stalking me every day?"

Maxim Sinclair mocked with a smile: "Do you think you’re worth my tracking?"

"Then why come here for no reason? What, are you also injured and happened to meet me here?" Summer Lowell retorted without backing down.

Maxim Sinclair, slightly relieved seeing her energy, took a seat on the nearby chair, arms crossed, watching the fatigued Summer Lowell: "Look at your complexion—you’re so exhausted, yet still have the energy to bicker with me!"

Summer Lowell instinctively reached to touch her face, only to lower her hand: "Maxim Sinclair, what are you really here for?"

"To see your miserable state," Maxim Sinclair, reassured by her okay status, relaxed back into playfulness, "Honestly, you’re quite tame looking like this—a big change from before."

Summer Lowell threw him a huge, unreserved eye-roll.

Not at all annoyed, Maxim Sinclair even chuckled: "Let me remind you, I’m really close to Ms. Venus. If you want to meet her, it’s not too late to show me some weakness!"

Maxim Sinclair’s intention was for Summer Lowell to put away her defenses, which she only ever shows in front of him.

Because it’s been a long time since he spoke calmly with Summer Lowell.

He even missed those times when Summer Lowell would chatter and laugh openly with him.

"But asking you to be weak seems unfair. Let’s lower the bar, speak to me like you used to when we were getting along."

While Maxim Sinclair was busy calculating, Summer Lowell’s expression grew increasingly dark: "In your dreams!"

Maxim Sinclair lightly stroked his chin, "Why make things hard, Summer? You’re skinnier than when you first returned home. If you came back to me sooner, you wouldn’t suffer so much."

"Aren’t the sufferings you put on me?" Summer Lowell’s eyes reddened with grievance, "Had it not been for your targeting, would I be like this?"

Maxim Sinclair, finally catching on to Summer’s wavelength, smirked: "You’re not suggesting I set up tonight’s slip, are you?"

"Then you tell me, did you?"