CHAPTER 459: CHAPTER 459: I’LL BE THE BEST MAN AT YOUR WEDDING 9

Chloe Grant grabbed Matthew Morgan’s hand, her attitude completely firm.

Maybe she was really anxious, so she didn’t care at all about who she was facing. She blurted out, "If you won’t take care of yourself, I’ll take care of you!"

Matthew Morgan was a very calm person; he wasn’t someone who could be easily startled by a sentence or an event.

But...

When he heard Chloe Grant shout like this, he was truly taken aback.

The shock in his eyes was so plain, he even forgot to conceal it.

Chloe Grant didn’t care about him either, she just grabbed his wrist and was about to walk out.

Going to the hospital was more secure.

Who knew if there was another injury on his body?

She was really worried to death, anxious to death.

Does he never take good care of himself?

Seeing that Chloe Grant was about to drag him out the door, Matthew Morgan hurriedly came to his senses and held her back.

Chloe Grant turned her head and confronted him, "I don’t care if you want to or not, I’m not doing this out of misplaced affection. But from a relationship standpoint, you’re my uncle, you’ve been hurt, I can’t just let you fend for yourself. I’m taking you to the hospital now, and if you really don’t want to see me, I’ll leave once your wound is treated."

She rambled on with a bunch of words.

Matthew Morgan frowned, directly pulled her back, cupped her face, lowered his head, and kissed her!

Chloe Grant widened her eyes in astonishment.

"Bang!"

A gunshot sounded right at that moment.

Chloe Grant clearly felt his body tremble. Then his lips slid from hers, and his entire body collapsed onto Chloe Grant.

Chloe Grant was shocked, continuously stepping back.

She didn’t have the strength to support Matthew Morgan’s body.

"Uncle Morgan?"

Chloe Grant held on desperately, not letting him and herself fall, "Uncle Morgan, how are you?"

She kept asking, but Matthew Morgan showed no response.

Chloe Grant felt her hand on his back, wet.

The streetlamps in the garden were evidently broken, Chloe Grant could only rely on the house’s lights to somewhat see here, but she couldn’t clearly see Matthew Morgan’s exact situation.

"Uncle Morgan, how are you, don’t scare me, don’t scare me..."

"Matthew Morgan!"

She was terrified to death.

"I’m fine..."

A weak voice rang in her ear.

Matthew Morgan reached out, gently pinching Chloe Grant’s cheek with his thumb and forefinger, "Don’t cry... I feel heartache when you cry."

His voice was soft, but it clearly reached Chloe Grant’s ears.

Tears kept falling from Chloe Grant’s eyes.

If it weren’t for Matthew Morgan holding on, with her strength, she couldn’t bear Matthew Morgan’s weight at all.

No!

Can’t just cry!

"Hang on! I’ll call Lucas Morgan now to have her take you to the hospital."

She held Matthew Morgan with one arm, suppressing the panic in her heart.

At the same time, constantly telling herself: Chloe Grant, you can’t just cry! You must stay calm and handle things!

No crying allowed.

She held back all her tears, relied on the faint light, and dragged Matthew Morgan’s body, walking towards the distance.

The journey was very arduous, but she kept holding on.

Finally reaching the wall of the house, Chloe Grant let Matthew Morgan lean entirely on her, holding him with one hand, and reached into her pocket with the other hand to get her phone.

"It’s fine, I’ll have him come over to take you to the hospital right away, it’s fine, it’s fine."

He kept mumbling, muttering.

Rather than saying it to Matthew Morgan, it was more like saying it to herself.