My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 250

Tracy said nothing more and slammed the door behind her. Celine's smile disappeared as she sat back.

She wasn't as calm as she appeared to be. She had only blurt those words due to her agitation.

It was just supposed to be a secret, but now, she spread it to Tracy.

At this point, Celine didn't know what to do next.

She held back her anger and took a deep breath. There was no way she was going to be humiliated like this.

Jack, on the other hand, quickly signed all the papers provided to him. He returned the pen to the nurse standing next to him. "Thank you," he said hurriedly before walking off.

The nurse stared at his retreating figure.

She couldn't stop herself from swooning. "He's hot."

Another nurse snorted behind her. "He's married, you know." "What? How do you know?"

Four hours had passed since Rachel had been sent to the hospital. The rescue team had found her under the collapsed house.

She had been buried for nearly a night. Luckily, it wasn't made of bricks and cements like the houses back in the city. She didn't suffer from any fatal injuries. However, it didn't mean that she left the scene unscathed.

Her body was filled with bruises and scars from the wood that had fallen on top of her. In fact, the materials fell on her back, knocking her out. When she was sent to the hospital, she was in a coma.

The doctors said that it was because she lacked so much oxygen after being buried for a long time.

Jack didn't even wait for another second.

He quickly rushed to the hospital.

The news about the accident and its rising death toll was all over the internet.

Jack knew that plenty of deaths last year were caused by natural disasters. This landslide was definitely no exception.

He knew how dangerous these events were, and he could only pray for the best.

Fortunately, fate favored him. Rachel lived.

However, she still wasn't waking up.

Jack wiped her face with a wet towel. Rachel had slept the entire day, and she still wouldn't wake up.

"Although she isn't in critical condition anymore, it would still take her a day to recuperate from all her injuries. It would take a short period of time before she can wake up," the doctor reminded.

In the evening of the second day she was sent to the hospital, Jack placed the towel into the wash basin and gazed at her sleeping face.

His heart ached. She looked like a porcelain doll as she lied there motionless.

He reached out and held her slender fingers under the quilt.

At this moment, Jack couldn't help but lower his head and give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. His warm lips brushed against her cold skin.

Suddenly, a cough came from behind them. He stood up and turned around almost immediately.

"Hello, Mr. Fu..."

Jack had no idea that Rachel opened her eyes not long after he had gone out.

Rachel stared blankly at the white sceneries in front of her, lost in thought. After a while, she began to feel her body thumping in pain from what had happened.

As she moved her fingertips, memories from the collapse rushed through her. Her heart thrummed in her chest.

She could remember the wood falling onto her head, and the feeling of impediment rushing through her like a slap in the face. Holley's fearful face flashed into her mind as everything went black.

Luckily, she didn't die.

She could hear the cold beeping sound of medical equipment near her body. Exhausted, she found herself closing her eyes again.

After lying in her bed for a while, it felt as if her mind had finally burst into colors.

Rachel couldn't finally remember what had happened after the accident.

She remembered being buried as a strong wood fell from the ceilings and hit her on the back of her head. After a burst of pain, Rachel could see the entire ground spinning in front of her. Soon enough, she was overcame with darkness as her frail body was pushed back by another force. Her nose smudged against the wet soil.

Her heart was beating fast. At this point, she thought that it would finally be the end of her.

"Help!" she yelled again and again, but there were still no responses. She had no idea if she wasn't screaming loud enough.

At this point, she couldn't even hear Holley screaming out for her either. It felt as if she was being buried for her death. As she woke up now, she could still feel the surge of overwhelming fear and panic.

She gradually felt the lack of oxygen. At first, she tried comforting herself that Holley would've already gone and asked for help.

However, she soon lost faith. Her bodily functions were already declining, and the world was spinning around her even more.