Chapter 391 Did I Guess Right?
The paramedics had already given Lyle emergency care in the ambulance. Margaret watched in horror as blood soaked through Lyle's costume, her heart pounding with fear.
She had never seen anything like this, especially Lyle taking a bullet for her.
As for the chaos on set, Margaret couldn't care less right now. When they arrived at the hospital, the doctors quickly wheeled Lyle into the operating room. Margaret sat outside on a chair, her hands clasped together, trembling uncontrollably.
The doctor came out shortly after, looking at Margaret standing outside the door. "Are you related to the patient?"
Margaret quickly stood up and approached, her face tense with worry. "I'm his friend. Doctor, how is Lyle doing?"
The doctor frowned and spoke seriously, "The bullet is lodged deep. We need to operate immediately to remove it, or his life could be at risk. Can you contact his family to sign the surgery consent form?"
Margaret grabbed a pen, steadied her hand, and swiftly signed the consent form.
To her, nothing was more important than saving Lyle.
"Doctor, I've already paid for the surgery. Can I see him now?" Margaret pleaded.
Seeing the doctor nod, she pushed open the door and hurried into the operating room. Nurses were preparing surgical instruments, and Lyle lay on the bed with a respirator on his face to maintain his vital signs.
Margaret's eyes welled up with tears.
She walked to the bedside, tightly holding Lyle's hand, and tentatively called out, "Lyle, are you okay?"
Lyle, in a daze, heard Margaret's voice and forced his eyes open. Seeing Margaret by his side, he weakly smiled. "Margaret, are you okay?"
Margaret gripped his hand even tighter, shaking her head repeatedly. "I'm fine, I'm fine. The doctor is about to start the surgery. You have to be okay."
"It's okay, Margaret," Lyle's voice was faint, but he kept his gaze on her. "I just wanted to tell you that I really love you. As long as you're happy, I'm willing to do anything, even if it means you just look back at me and accept me."
"Is this really the time to say such things?"
Margaret's voice was tinged with a nasal tone. She knew Lyle liked her, but whether she had clearly rejected him or not, now was definitely not the time for romance.
"You need to focus on the surgery now, okay? We'll talk about everything else once you're better."
Meanwhile, her phone had rung three times in her bag, but Margaret had no intention of answering it.
With everything that had happened, how could she remember to keep her appointment?
William stood outside the hotel, hearing the "unreachable" tone again in the receiver.
He impatiently pressed the hang-up button.
William stood there, scanning the surroundings, showing signs of frustration for the first time.
He had called Margaret four times, but it was either "user busy" or "unreachable," and she hadn't returned any of his calls. They had agreed to have dinner tonight, and according to Margaret, the shoot should have wrapped up by now. Why wasn't she answering?
Did something happen on set?
William swiped his phone a few times, and suddenly a news alert popped up at the top of the screen.
"Chaos on the set of 'The Last Actor'! Lyle shot, condition unknown!"
William's brows furrowed instantly.
Lyle shot?
He quickly realized something and drove straight to the hospital.
When William arrived at the hospital, he practically sprinted to the floor where Lyle's operating room was. The doctors were just about to enter the operating room with the surgical instruments when they saw William rushing over.
"Sir, sir, you can't go in!"
William ignored them, running to the operating room door, just in time to hear Lyle confessing his feelings to Margaret.
William's expression changed instantly, especially when he saw Lyle holding Margaret's hand. His jealousy flared up.
Hadn't he told Margaret not to look at other men?
Especially Lyle, after the scandal they stirred up a few days ago! What if someone took pictures?
"Please step aside, the patient needs surgery. You all need to leave."
The doctor came in from outside, pushing William back. Margaret was also ushered out of the room.
Margaret turned and saw William standing outside the door, momentarily stunned.
But in the end, Margaret didn't say anything. Standing face-to-face with William outside the operating room, she had no desire to speak. Her mind was consumed with worry about whether Lyle would make it through.
After all, Lyle was injured because of her.
"Aren't you going to explain?" William couldn't hold back his emotions, speaking in a cold, unfamiliar tone.
He was consumed with jealousy, unable to stay calm about anything related to Margaret.
Seeing Margaret's reluctance to speak, William grew more agitated. He pointed towards the operating room door, lowering his voice and frowning.
"Did you fall for Lyle? He took a bullet for you, and now you're into him, right?"
Unbelievable!
Margaret was already overwhelmed, and hearing William's words, she looked at him helplessly.
"William, Lyle is in surgery right now. We don't even know how he's doing. Can you please stop this?"
"I'm the one causing trouble? Who's the one taking advantage of the situation?"
William found it laughable.
As Margaret's boyfriend, he had waited outside the hotel for an hour and called her four times without a response. And here she was, talking about love with another man?
The more William spoke, the less Margaret wanted to explain. There had been enough drama lately, and now, with a life at stake, he was arguing about whether Lyle liked her?
Margaret sat on a chair, turning her face away, refusing to speak to William.
Seeing her attitude, William's anger grew, convinced he had hit a nerve. His jealousy intensified.
"Did I get it right?"
"William," Margaret sighed. She really didn't have the energy to argue with William. She looked up seriously at him.
"This is a hospital, and now is not the time to argue about our relationship. I'm very worried and just want to know if Lyle's surgery is successful."
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