My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 37

"I'm sorry, I was driving too fast. How about I take him to the hospital for treatment right away?" Henry said.

"It's not your fault. We weren't paying enough attention," Lucas said as he carefully examined Mendes1 other leg as well.

Rachel wiped Mendes1 tears away with a tissue.

Seeing this, Marcus couldn't help but think that they looked like a couple. He glanced back and forth between them with suspicion in his eyes.

Mendes' other leg seemed to be all right. Normally, with a fall like this, one wouldn't have bruises anywhere other than their head and four limbs.

However, Rachel was worried about Mendes' broken left arm, which might not have completely healed yet. She looked up at Lucas and said, "Let's go back to the hospital first. He recently had a fracture in his left arm."

"Which hospital are you going to? I'll drive you there," Henry immediately offered.

"It's all right, we have a car," Rachel said, politely turning him down.

Lucas stood up with the boy in his arms and nodded at them. "We're sorry for the scare. We'll take him to the hospital ourselves, you don't have to ■3

take responsibility for it."

"It's okay. Rachel is our buddy's wife. Even if it wasn't our fault, we can't just stand by and do nothing," Henry insisted, glancing at Rachel with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Rachel's face darkened, but Lucas just smiled at Henry and said, "Ah, you're Rachel's friends."

Then, Rachel, Lucas, Mendes, and Marcus got into Rachel's car while Henry got into his Bentley. Sitting in the back seat with Rachel, Mendes gradually stopped crying. He pointed to his knee and looked at her with a pitiful expression on his face. "It hurts..."

Rachel pulled him into her arms and murmured, "It won't hurt if I blow on it..."

"Okay," Mendes said softly like a spoiled child, sliding closer to her.

As she patted the boy in her arms to comfort him, Rachel cast a glance behind her at the Bentley which was following them leisurely.

Both Henry and Marcus had insisted on coming along to make sure that Mendes was fine, so she had no choice but to let them.

Marcus, who was sitting in the passenger seat, frowned at this scene.

He turned to Lucas and asked in a low voice, "Is he your son?"

Lucas looked at him in surprise and shook his head. 'The boy's father is someone else?' Marcus thought. He had assumed that the boy must be ■3

Lucas' son since Rachel cared so much about him.

By the time they arrived at the hospital, Mendes had completely stopped crying. Lucas held him in his arms and walked to the hospital, followed by Rachel, and then Marcus and Henry.

Marcus and Henry felt like they were bodyguards. But of course, they were both so outstanding in terms of appearance and temperament that nobody would actually mistake them for bodyguards.

Soon, Lucas and Rachel took the boy inside the X-ray room while Marcus and Henry waited outside.

Once Rachel was out of sight, Marcus reached out and nudged Henry. "Have you texted him?"

"I did but I didn't get a reply. Maybe he didn't see it. I'll just call him instead," Henry replied.

"Go ahead."

Marcus took a seat nearby while Henry made the phone call.

A few moments later, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the other end of the corridor.

When he turned, he saw a nurse rushing over to the X-ray room. After asking a few questions to the nurse outside, she turned her face to look at the X-ray room with an anxious expression on her delicate face.

She stomped her feet in anger, but her eyes were full of girlish charm. Marcus couldn't help smiling as he watched her.

Inside the X- ray room, Mendes was ■3

comfortably lying on the sofa. It would take some time for the X-ray report to arrive.

As soon as Celia came in, she held him down, rolled up his left trouser, and began angrily applying some medicine on his knee.

"I knew you would make trouble! Why are you so disobedient? As soon as I find your mother, I'll mail you to her! You're so annoying!"

Hearing that Celia was going to send him back to his mother, Mendes was thrilled. He clapped his hands and said, "That's great!"

"Damn you!" Celia was so angry that she knocked him on the head.

"It was my fault, Celia. I should have paid more attention to him," Rachel said sincerely. She was the one who had taken the boy outside. In the end, he had fallen down and gotten hurt.

In fact, Celia had heard the two men outside talking about how they were responsible for Mendes' injury, so she already had an idea of what must have happened. Frowning, she said, "Dr. Shen, there's no reason for you to apologize. It's all his fault! He's not obedient!" As she spoke,

she pinched the chubby boy's cheeks.

Mendes cried and struggled, pretending to be in pain so that he could get away from his sister's torture. His narrowed eyes, however, were smiling.