Lyle Westbrook's handsome face, resembling an angel, was cold and detached. His dark peach blossom eyes glanced at him, exuding an invisible pressure despite him not saying a word.
The assistant knew his temperament, but as someone serving the Princess Consort, he was genuinely concerned about the Young Master's health. He bit his lip and said, "Young Master, the doctors have all said that your heart condition requires a long period of rest and recuperation to gradually recover to that of an ordinary person. Ms. Gigi's bleeding has stopped; the nurses can handle the rest. It's just bandaging, and the medical staff at this hospital can manage it well..."
"Haven't I told you not to mention my heart condition?" He asked coldly, as if it were just a casual question.
But the assistant could sense the extreme displeasure beneath his words.
