Chapter 13 Suspicious Identity (2/2)
have given herself a shot in the arm. She had almost pushed the nurses away with her own strength.
The nurses were in a panic. Someone comforted, ”Your mother is out of danger. She is fine. There is a slight concussion in your head. You'd better have a good rest on the bed and stay calm. ”
”Give her a shot of tranquilizer!”
”Okay, you hold her tight. I...” The nurse turned back to pick up the syringe and saw the three people standing at the door. She was frightened and said hastily, ”Mr. Sane, Mr. Charles, Mr. Harold.”
”What are you doing here?” Sane looked at the them who almost had a fight, asked harshly.
”Mr. Sane, the injured is too emotional. She is still on a drip. We are afraid that she will be in danger if she is too excited, so we intend to give her a tranquilizer to calm her down.” The head nurse explained.
”Mom! It's me killed my mom! It's all my fault! I am just a jinx! Mom, I want to see her! Let me go! ” Wendy shouted hysterically, with her eyes full of tears.
She thought she and her mother would live happily ever after. Unbelievable! Unbelievable! She had never expected that such a thing would happen to her mother more quickly than her previous life! Was the only family member leaving her again! Wendy's heart was torn into two pieces!
Charles said pitifully, ”You just let her go to see her mother! What a pity! ”
She killed Sara? What's the meaning of this? Did she really know something!
Harold and Sane exchanged glances with each other.
Looking at Wendy's tearful face, Harold stepped forward and said coldly, ”If you want to see your mother, please shut up!”
Hearing the familiar voice, Wendy looked into his eyes with tearful eyes. She stopped crying, reached for Harold of his coat, looked at him pleadingly and asked, ”I, is my mother still alive?”
Looking at the anxiety and fear in her eyes, Harold felt somewhat sad. He nodded and said, ”yes.”
”Harold, are you serious?” Wendy asked nervously. She was afraid that it was just a white lie
”Yes.”
Giving up struggling, Wendy hugged her knees and sobbed. Her cheeks were wet with tears. She whispered, ”That's great. Great.”
It didn't take long for Wendy to stop crying. She sniffed, looked up at Harold through her watery eyes and asked, ”Harold, when can I see my mother?”
”Tomorrow.” Harold said concisely.
”Tomorrow? Why tomorrow? Can't I come today? ” Asked Wendy wonderingly.
Charles came over and explained, ”Didn't you hear what the nurse said just now? You have a concussion on your head and you need to have a good rest. So you should have a good rest today. Tomorrow, we will take you to see your mother. ”
”Well, thank you.” Wendy bowed to them with gratitude.
”Ouch!” A sharp pain came from Wendy head when she calmed down.
Staring at the trembling little body, Harold couldn't help but reach out and gently touch Wendy's head. ”What's wrong? A headache? ”
”Yes.”
”Call the doctor! Now!” Harold ordered as he helped Wendy lie down.
Charles's mouth was opened in shock. He stared at Harold's hand which was resting on Wendy's waist as if he saw a ghost.