Love Began with the First Meeting

Still Unable to Speak?

Tony drove the car back to the villa at breakneck speed. Brian pushed open the door and stepped out of the car before it had stopped completely. He dashed towards the villa as fast as he could. He saw Lisa rush downstairs to open the door.

"Mr. Brian Long," Lisa addressed him and ran towards him to greet him.

Brian headed upstairs without stopping to greet her back. "How is Becky now?" he asked in a hasty voice, worried about the answer.

"The doctor is checking her right now. She is..." replied Lisa with a gloomy look, "basically fine. She just hit her forehead on the handrail and has a slight concussion. The doctor said it would be better for her to have a full check up at the hospital."

Brian had reached upstairs as Lisa finished speaking. He pushed open the door without knocking. The doctor was gathering up his medical instruments, having completed his short medical examination. He politely nodded to greet Brian when he saw him come in.

Instead of responding to the doctor's greeting, Brian strode to the bed in a hurry. He noticed the huge bruise above the corner of Becky's left eye. She was still lying unconscious, but her brows were knotted in pain. It must have been a terrible accident.

Yoyo stood silently by the bedside; she had sensed Brian's fury. She swallowed her fear to calm herself down as much as her nerve would allow, not even daring to breathe too loudly, just in case it would attract Brian's attention to her.

slender fingers over the bandage on her hand. She was perfectly fine when he had left just a couple of days ago, but now...She was

asked in a low voice, but he kept

a professional, calm demeanor and said, "Miss Yan has suffered from some physical injuries and a mild

the arrangements needed for the medical check up and ordered Yoyo to get Becky

had been waiting in the hall downstairs. Brian said nothing as he silently carried Becky towards the entrance of the villa. Tony followed him outside without any questions. He opened the car door for Brian and helped him place Becky on the seat. Then he slipped into the driver's seat and

the rear-view mirror and he could clearly

but today it was Becky. And both of them had been injured in some kind of accident. Molly was beaten up and Becky had

Tony's mind. He felt pity for both of them and thought that women were not creatures to be played with like

phone hummed

was from Eric. A glint flashed in his lusterless eyes. He had been expecting the call, eagerly looking forward to it, as he had been worried about Molly all this time. He immediately pressed the answer button and put

Eric looked at Molly with a frown. She was crouched silently on her bed like a wounded cat in its cage. The sight brought a sad feeling in him. He wanted to say something to console her. But he swallowed

upon hearing Eric's words. He spoke with a trace of nervousness in his voice,

other side of the phone. Instead of answering him, Eric asked him, "When are you getting back here,

vexed Brian. He sensed a difference in Eric's attitude, but was not in the mood to figure it out. He said softly, "Becky tripped and has a mild concussion. I must take her to the hospital to get a proper check up. I'll come