Chapter 677

Suddenly, the ward's door was shoved open from the outside. Then, a panicked and anxious voice broke through the awkward silence. "Lucy!"

Jonathan had arrived. Beatrice was behind him. "Slow down, Jonathan."

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Lucille in her wheelchair and strode over to her, crouching in front of her before she even realized what was happening. She was all he could see. He didn't notice the four other people present—no, it was more like he ignored them.

"Beatrice told me you were injured, Lucy." His eyes were filled with concern as he looked at her, his expression worried and anxious. Before she could say anything, he saw her bandaged arm and said, "It must hurt, right?"

He seemed glum as he looked at her arm. She patted his head with her left hand, which tugged on the wounds on her back. She could still handle it, though.

"No, it doesn't. The doctor's already treated me, so don't worry. Don't you have a performance tomorrow? Why aren't you resting at the hot