His Ugly Bride novel Chapter 409

There was an oppressive silence.

Summer scratched her fingers and her gaze met Leonardo's for a while, but she was defeated by Leonardo's deep gaze.

She turned away, pursed her lips, and said, "Whatever you say.¹'

Leonardo did not say anything else, because the doctor had already entered.

The doctor greeted him respectfully, "Mr. Emerson."

Then he handed a summary report to Leonardo.

"Ms. Summer has recovered quite well. All her body functions have become normal, but she still needs to get more rest." After the doctor finished speaking, he paused and asked, "Is Ms. Summer really not feeling any other

discomfort?"

As soon as the doctor said that, he felt the atmosphere in the room was not right.

She looked up and saw that Leonardo was looking at her with a gloomy expression.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Emerson. I don't mean any harm. Normally, like Ms. Summer's situation, when she wakes up, there might be some sequelae...."

As the female doctor spoke, she unconsciously turned to look at Summer.

Summer's condition was not very common. So as a doctor, she would naturally be very curious.

Although she knew Leonardo was not a man to be trifled with, she could not help asking this question.

Summer could understand why the doctor asked such a question. Besides, she did have

sequelae.

Wasn't amnesia her sequela?

However, Leonardo did not think so.

Leonardo sneered and said with a sinister expression, "Can't you check by yourself if she has any sequelae?"

The female doctor wanted to say something, but was pulled out by another doctor who was afraid she would offend Leonardo if she spoke more.

Although they couldn't tell if Summer had any sequelae, they could tell that Leonardo was unhappy.

Summer naturally felt it more clearly.

She didn't understand why Leonardo was suddenly unhappy, but she didn't dare to ask.

The female doctor told Leonardo about Summer's results in detail before leaving.

A subordinate walked to Leonardo and whispered something in his ear.

After Leonardo heard this, he said, "Bring him over."

Was anyone else coming?

Summer stretched her neck and looked at the door when she saw the subordinate going out.

Not long after, the subordinate brought in a male doctor in a white robe.

The male doctor looked a little tired, but he was still very calm. He was about fifty years old and seems to be kind.

He walked over to Leonardo and said seriously, "Are you Mr. Emerson?"

This doctor was the brain specialist Tim had arranged for Leonardo.

Leonardo slowly stood up and said, "I'm

Leonardo Emerson."