My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 57

Whatever it was the person on the line had said, it seemed to alarm Francis. He had make sure that he heard it correctly. "Can you repeat it again?"

Everyone glanced at one another. Francis had his back facing them, so they couldn't see his expression.

Finally, he spoke once again. "Which hospital? Okay... I'll be right there in a few minutes."

Hospital? Those in the meeting room wondered what could have happened.

Francis hung up the phone and turned around; he didn't look well. He silently closed his eyes, bowed his head and rubbed temples in frustration and anguish.

When he opened his eyes, they were bloodshot red. The others wondered what had transpired in the conversation and waited for him to speak.

But Francis staggered to the entrance of the conference room. He paused, remembering that there were other people in the room as well.

With caution, he stopped and turned around. "The meeting has been adjourned," he said in a hoarse voice.

They noticed his hesitation and secretly wondered what had caused his change in mood.

They got their answer a few days later, after finding out that his fiancee had committed suicide ■3

by jumping off a building.

Francis sped to the hospital. He arrived at the entrance, floating and pale- faced. The nurses mistook him for a patient who wanted to make an appointment for a doctor.

He began to pick up speed as he tried to search for what he was looking for. But like a headless chicken, Francis realized that he didn't even know where he was going, let alone which operating room his fiancee was in.

Standing in the corridor, he looked around blankly, as if he didn't even know where he was.

It was not until he encountered a nurse holding the medicine plate that he came back to his senses. He felt as if he wasn't himself at all.

He reached out and grabbed the nurse's arm. She shrieked in surprise, almost dropping the tray in her hand.

Francis held her up. He was panting and gulping for air like a dying fish on the bank of a river. "Miss, please help me. The one who just jumped off the building...which floor is she on?"

The nurse's frightened face contorted into a confused expression. She shook her head and said, "I'm so sorry, but I don't know. You can ask the receptionist."

Without waiting for another word, Francis ran towards the reception. Sweating, he anxiously asked, "Where is the female patient that arrived a few minutes ago? Which floor is she on? Please. I need to know."

The two receptionists looked at each other, not ■3

understanding who he was trying to look for. Out of courtesy, one of them carefully asked, "Which patient are you looking for?"

Francis replied with a pale face, "The one who jumped off a building."

There was a slight change in the expressions of the receptionists. Assuming that he was a family member, they gave him the information he asked for.

"Please head towards the emergency department, she is being operated there. It is on the first floor. Go straight and then turn right. You will see it then."

Without a thank you, Francis headed towards the direction. From afar, he faintly heard them saying behind, "What a pity."

'Pity? For what? Wendy?

It is ridiculous. Flow could she be pitiful? What the hell was this woman doing?

Jumping off the building? Is she crazy?

Huh! She must be out of her mind.

How dare she jumped off the building?1

Speechless, Francis quickly sped towards the emergency department. He dryly asked, "The one who jumped off the building..."

The nurse widened her eyes in recognition of the patient. "She is in the operating room right now. Are you a family relation?"

He pressed his lips. After a moment of silence, he replied, "I'm her husband." ■3

A tinge of pity flashed across the nurse's eyes. She silently sorted documents in her hands and said, "Please have a seat for a moment. The doctor will inform you when the operation has finished."

But Francis stood still, as if didn't hear what the nurse had just said.

The nurse felt sorry to see him out of his wits. When she saw the woman arrive at the hospital, she barely had a pulse. She was very close to dying.

Even though she was used to seeing people at such a grave state, it was still different for their families to witness such situations. They were usually the ones who couldn't bear to see their loved ones like this. She helped Francis sit on the sofa and gave him a cup of water. "Drink it. Don't worry," she said, softly smiling to give him hope.

Francis accepted the water stiffly and whispered thanks. Instead of drinking, he asked blankly, "Flow was she when she arrived? Is she okay? Will she be okay?"

She was definitely not okay. When the medics found her, bystanders had said that she jumped from a fifteen-story building. In all honesty, she was lucky that they were around to rescue her.

Flowever, it was hard to say whether she would be able to recover or not. And even if she could, there was a high possibility that she would either be in a vegetative state or paralyzed.