Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 548

Four days later, in the special ward of a random hospital.

Maryanne was leaning against the headboard while she looked out of the window and daydream. The doctor was secretly worried about her as they look at her elegant but skinny face.

At this moment, a nurse walked in and whispered to Maryanne, "Miss Smith, Mr. Cook is here to see you."

Maryanne turned her head and gave the nurse a quiet glance. She then nodded gently.

The nurse turned around and invited Milton in. Then she stood behind the doctor.

After exchanging a few words with Milton about Maryanne's condition, the doctor turned to Maryanne and said softly, "Miss Smith, you two carry on. If you do need any help, please do not hesitate to call me."

Maryanne nodded.

After the nurse left with the doctor, Milton pulled a chair and sat next to Maryanne. He asked in a pitying tone, "Are you feeling better?"

Maryanne looked at him with smiley eyes, "Why do you have to ask me this every day?"

He glanced at her palm on the quilt which was tightly wrapped in gauze. He said bluntly, "Because I feel distressed."

Maryanne lowered her head and laughed, her voice was filled with loneliness, "You didn't tell my brother and parents about the condition of my hand, didn't you?"

"No, I didn't. I said that you've gone on a trip and will be back in a while," Milton said.

"That's good..." Maryanne nodded. "In a couple of days, I'll video call them when I feel better. I'll make sure they're completely at ease."

"Okay. By the way, after all these days, I've never asked you about... who were those people who kidnapped you?" Milton asked.

Maryanne stared into his eyes and asked in an inaudible tone, "Didn't the other party tell you who they are?"

Milton's eyes flashed. "No, they told me on the phone that you offended a big shot and they wanted to teach you a lesson in private. When I heard this I went searching for you in a hurry but I'm still late. Maryanne, I am very sorry about this."

Maryanne asked in an unusually calm tone, "But I didn't tell them your phone number. How did they get in touch with you?"

Milton paused for a moment and said with his eyes obscured, "Since they're a big shot, it shouldn't be difficult forthem to find my contact. Maryanne, why didn't you call the police after what happened? Why did you choose to stay in the hospital quietly and hide from your relatives?"

Maryanne lowered her gaze and thought for a moment before saying, "It's because my conscience isn't at ease."

Milton looked puzzled and asked, "Not at ease?"

Maryanne tried to cover the truth and said, "Don't ask, you won't want to know."

"That's fine than. I'll respect your decision." Milton looked at her tenderly.

Maryanne pursed her lips and took the initiative to say, "The doctor said that with the current situation of my hand right now the chance of full recovery isn't high. I'm thinking... Why don't we just break up."

Milton asked incredulously, "What did you say?"

Maryanne crestfallenly looked at her own hand. "My hand will not recover anymore. Don't you mind that?"

"I don't mind."

Hearing Milton's reply, Maryanne's lips curled into a smile but her expression was desolated. "But I mind. I feel that I'm not good enough for you."