Chapter 732: Chapter 732: Brandon Piers, what happened to your face? Chapter 732: Chapter 732: Brandon Piers, what happened to your face? In the confined space of the ambulance, the beeping sound was quite abrupt. Though Abigail Green naturally heard it, she seemed completely indifferent to it. Her hands didn’t pause for a moment; instead, they moved even faster.

Joshua Piers frowned but did not move. He just watched her.

Outside, Brandon Piers’ crash had been calculated. The speed, the friction, and the results of the impact were all considered, except for his own injuries from the crash.

At this moment, his vision was dizzy. It took a while to steady himself. The glass in front of him had already shattered, with tiny cuts on his face from the fragments. When he looked up, he saw a car rushing through the greenery behind him, charging towards his car.

Brandon tightened his grip on the steering wheel, glanced at the ambulance, and braced himself for the worst. He changed direction. Fortunately, just as the car was about to hit, its tire exploded, followed by several bangs, and it got stuck in the muddy greenery. Brandon looked over and saw Kennan Max, who had jumped out of his car at some point, putting away his gadget, then rushing quickly to the now stopped car, yanking the person out and pinning them down to control them.

Others arrived soon after, including Luke Scout, and the scene was under control.

This accident had already alerted Joshua in the car. Frowning, he looked at the figure in the black sedan that was now in his line of sight. Brandon Piers?

At this moment, Pullan emerged from another car, injured but ignoring his own injuries. He hurried to Brandon’s car and yanked the door open. “Second Young Master, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

His voice had a hint of sob.

Brandon scolded, “I’m not dead yet. What are you crying for?”

Pullan was suddenly silenced. If he still had the energy to curse, he probably wouldn’t die.

“Can you still drive? Captain Scout and the others are here. They caught several people, but none of them seems to be the leader,” Pullan said quickly seeing that Brandon was okay.

Brandon slumped in his seat. Although he wouldn’t die, he was seriously injured, tearing open previous wounds.

He was somewhat grateful that he had undergone heart surgery a year ago; otherwise, this crash would have sent him to see Hades today.

“Second Young Master…” Seeing him silent, Pullan began to worry again.

“Shut up. You’re noisy.” Brandon’s head was still buzzing from the crash. Listening to Pullan’s chatter annoyed him. As a result, he looked up and saw Joshua Piers sitting in the driver’s seat of the ambulance, looking down at him.

Their gazes met in mid-air, both visibly surprised.

Joshua was surprised that the crash was caused by Brandon. Brandon was surprised that Joshua intended to face the car head-on?

But regardless, the two of them each realized one thing.

Brandon’s concern for Abigail Green was not simply a matter of use.

Joshua still felt some familial bond towards the little girl from the Piers family.

Pullan sensed the sparks flying between the two bosses. Looking at his own Second Young Master’s face, cut by shards of glass, he instinctively blocked Joshua’s line of sight. He looked at Brandon in the car, “Second Young Master, you need to go to the hospital now.”

Brandon rarely refrained from scolding Pullan. His previously taut face fell, and he answered wearily, “Hmm.” Then he asked, “Tell Luke Scout’s people to clear the way for the ambulance. Ensure the safety of the Young Madam.”

He knew that look just now had invalidated all his previous arrangements.

Joshua already knew that his weakness was Abigail.

“Yes.” Pullan quickly responded, and Brandon backed up his car to clear a path for the ambulance.

Joshua looked at the calm woman in the rearview mirror. The alarm of the life monitoring device had stopped. She continued the surgery methodically. The dusk light poured into the car, onto the woman, and for a moment, Joshua had the illusion that she would sprout a pair of wings any second.

He suddenly felt like capturing this scene on canvas.

But he didn’t have much time to think. The car outside had slowly backed up, clearing a path.

Joshua put away his sudden thoughts, started the car, and drove slowly onto the road.

This time, with police escorts, no one dared to act rashly.

Arriving at the hospital, Joshua did not get out of the car. He waited until Abigail Green finished the surgery, closed Dora’s chest, and completed the final stitch before instructing someone to open the door and move the patient to the surgery observation room.

Abigail took a deep breath and took off her heavy surgical gown. Her clothes were completely soaked with sweat, making her already impressive figure even more pronounced. The two emergency doctors glanced unintentionally and quickly avoided looking as they got out of the car.

Joshua raised an eyebrow. As he got out of the car, he suddenly added, “Wait until your sweat dries a bit before getting out.”

He said this and then closed the car door for Abigail.

Abigail looked down at her dress in confusion. Because of the sweat, it clung to her skin, making her already prominent chest even more striking. She coughed lightly in embarrassment, but before she could react further, the rear door was suddenly opened. She looked over and was met with a strikingly handsome face.

The same face she hadn’t seen in a month.

What was he doing here? Abigail frowned, staring at him.

Seeing Abigail’s attire, Brandon’s expression changed slightly. He took off his jacket and, with a hint of dissatisfaction, said, “Get down and put this on.”

Abigail, startled, came back to her senses. “What’s wrong with your face?”

Wasn’t he supposed to avoid her?

Brandon didn’t answer Abigail’s question. His gaze fixed on her dress clinging wetly to her body. That past month had been hard to endure. Now, he felt a pang of longing, and the sight of her now made it harder to resist. He wanted to scoop her up in his arms.

Unfortunately, after the crash, he barely managed to stand there.

Abigail, not getting a response, frowned and took his jacket, putting it on as she got out of the ambulance. She asked again, “You’re injured? Besides your face?”

“Abigail, you will be very dangerous from now on.” Brandon didn’t answer her question. Instead, he spoke to himself, filled with deep regret. In that moment, if it hadn’t been him, he wouldn’t have trusted anyone else. Any miscalculated data could have led the car to crash into the ambulance, injuring Abigail inside.

“I was never afraid. You decided everything yourself.” Abigail guessed how Brandon got hurt; his face was likely cut by the windshield. The only thing that could’ve broken the windshield just now was that collision.

Thinking of this, Abigail’s heart ached. She was about to check his wounds, but before she could touch him, Brandon yanked her into his embrace, holding her tightly.

Smelling the familiar scent of Brandon mixed with the metallic tang of blood, her heart ached. She wanted to break free to check his injuries, but she stopped herself. She nuzzled his neck gently, murmuring soothingly, “I’m okay.”

She understood his fears. Everyone said concern made one lose their sense. If he didn’t care so much, he wouldn’t have made such a foolish decision.