Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 433

Lord Top could hardly drink. Due to the severe alcohol poisoning, it took them nearly six or seven hours to elicit vomiting of what she had drunk. At this moment, she didn't have much strength, and her voice was weak.

Randy hired a nurse to take care of her. When he asked her whether to inform her parents, she shook her head.

"Had a quarrel with your family?" he asked.

Usually, Randy cared little about the private life of his team members. He only cared about whether they could play, what roles they could play, how fast they were, and what their results were. These were all he wanted to know, and he wouldn't ask about anything else. Of course, the team members would occasionally talk about their families. Everyone seemed to have a harmonious family without any dispute.

But Lord Top looked to be in lots of disputes.

She still shook her head, "No need. They are too busy to take care of me."

Randy said nothing, but he took it to heart. He decided to investigate it thoroughly after going back. How could her parents be so busy that they couldn't even take care of their hospitalized daughter?

"Captain, thank you for this." Lord Top's voice was very weak. It was no longer as hoarse as that of a male, but very soft and pleasant.

Randy raised his hand and gestured for her to stop, "Don't speak for now. When you're well, we'll ... talk about it."

Sensing his meaning, she had a gloomy look.

"I haven't said anything yet. What's that expression for?" Randy couldn't help but ask, "Do you enjoy playing games?"

She didn't say anything.

"I won't fire you. You can continue playing games, but...." He walked to the bedside and looked down at her. "For what reason have you ... become like this? You have to tell me."

Randy didn't directly ask why she disguised herself as a man. His eyes wavered in embarrassment.

It was Lord Top who disguised herself as a man, but somehow he was the one who felt uncomfortable.

"Did you see it?" she asked.

Words failed Randy.

Blushing, he pressed his thumb against his little finger. "Just a bit, only a little bit."

Only then did her gaze follow his index finger to his hand and face. The corner of his mouth was bruised, and his hand was wounded by broken glass. Now the hand was wrapped in gauze, through which one could still see blood.

"Thank you," she said.

Randy was stunned for a moment before saying, "You're welcome." He paused and looked at her, "I thought you were going to beat me up. When I touched your keyboard before, you beat me up...."

Randy said this to change the awkward situation. To his surprise, Lord Top smiled.

She had a handsome face. Only when she smiled was she as gentle as a girl who looked obedient and soft.

Then she stopped smiling and fell silent. She said in a low voice, "That keyboard is very important to me."

Randy's heart sank. 'There seems to be a story.'

'The keyboard might have belonged to her ex. Unable to forget him, she has indulged herself in games day and night, but she still can't get over him.'

'Damn.'

'I don't like where this is going. Damn.'

When Lord Top closed her eyes and rested, Randy walked out of the ward to buy some food. His back, chest, and abdomen had been scrapped. Last night, he almost cried in pain when a nurse applied for medicine on the wounds, but he gritted his teeth and controlled himself. He used his cloth to hide the gauze. At the thought of changing the dressing the next day, he gave a troubled expression. He cared much about his look, but there would probably be many scars on his body.

He thought about going to the pharmacy for some scar removing ointment. When he was in the corridor, he raised his head and saw a familiar figure.

Not far away, Carl was slowly walking. Randy was stunned for a moment. Seeing Carl enter the elevator with the help of an assistant, Randy regained his senses and took a few steps.

Wink had brought over Randy's spare phone from the training room. Randy had Carl's number on the phone, but he rarely called Carl. For one thing, he didn't want to quarrel on the phone. For another, he didn't want endless debates with Carl about games.