Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!

Chapter 945: Baby, Wake Up...

She tried calling for help, but unexpectedly, not a single member of the Winslow Family, not even the servants, or the gardeners from the garden, had been around the room recently.

She thought of reaching out to Watt, just like countless times before when she found herself in danger, the first person she thought of was Adrian.

But, her phone wasn’t with her, how could she possibly contact him?

Summer Sutton was out of options, she could only leave her fate to luck, waiting to be discovered.

But it’s already been three days, how much longer can she hold on?

How many people can endure three days without eating or drinking?

If no one comes, if she continues waiting like this, will she be able to see the sun tomorrow?

Summer’s mind was muddled with thoughts and her vision began to blur, seeing double when she gazed at the room’s furnishings.

In her hazy vision, she seemed to see her father.

Her father, in heaven, whom she always saw whenever she was on the brink of death.

Is father here to take her?

This time, there would be no Adrian, no sun, who else could rescue her?

Summer desperately tried to hold on for just one more second, but her strength was truly waning.

Nearing noon, her body heavily collapsed onto the floor, plunging her into an endless darkness...

Outside the window, footsteps echoed continuously, as if many people were nearby.

Someone was calling her name, "Summer!"

The voice was so anxious, so heart-wrenching, as if they had been searching for a very long time.

The voice belonged to Adrian.

Summer was unconscious, utterly unaware of anything.

In the Winslow Family garden, Watt led a large group of people, splitting up with Alexander to search.

The Winslow Family’s Old Master had dispatched numerous servants, joining the search party.

Lily followed behind Watt, her head lowered the entire time.

Her heart was tightly clenched, nervously twisting her hands repeatedly, not even daring to look directly at Watt.

The large group divided into two routes, ultimately converging outside an abandoned room.

The servant opened the door, and Watt was the first to enter.

His gaze swept across the room, quietly observing the unconscious woman lying on the floor, his eyes stung fiercely.

"Summer..." he walked stiffly toward her, gently calling her name, his hand tentatively checked her breath.

Summer Sutton’s breathing was intermittent, threatening to stop at any moment.

Watt’s chest ached sharply, he called her again, "Baby, wake up..."

His endearing terms ignored the potential reactions of the Winslow Family in the room, calling her as if she were his closest lover.

Summer Sutton lay silently, without any response.

Watt scooped her up, disregarding his own leg injury, and carried her swiftly out of the room.

His leg injury made standing difficult, let alone running.

Alexander, his attending Doctor, since the beginning of treating his leg injury, would almost everyday remind him to protect his leg, not to move.

But at this moment, Watt seemed to completely forget his injury, carrying Summer Sutton, striding toward the Winslow Family’s gate.

Every step he took was challenging, with each step, cold sweat poured down his forehead, yet he showed no sign of stopping.

Lily became anxious, afraid that his leg might become permanently crippled.