Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 713

The wedding scene was in chaos.

Quill happened to see this when he rushed out. With a livid face, he went forward to help Minerva up. He noticed that her snow-white wedding dress had a few black footprints on it, and she had some bruises on her arm. Her delicate face was also injured as if someone had knocked her forehead.

How could such chaos happen in an instant?

Vera saw it, and she was deep in her thought for a moment. Then she directly turned around and scolded the reporters.

"Do you have any humanity? Such a tragedy had happened to her, and you still pushed and knocked her over. Are you reporters? I think you are more like the paparazzi!"

Vera's scolding made reporters come back to their senses. Just now, they were indeed a little out of control. But now, seeing Minerva being lifted by Quill with a pale face and a wounded body, leaning weakly in his arms, they suddenly felt guilty and took a few steps back.

"Sorry, we were also anxious. We didn't mean to do that. Miss Hanover seems to be in a bad state. We'd better take her to the hospital quickly."

"Yeah, yeah. Her hand is also bruised. You'd better send her to the doctor as soon as possible."

Minerva's energy had all been drained. She didn't have any strength left, and she was leaning limply against Quill's body. He knew that he couldn't afford to waste any more time, so he directly carried her.

"I'll take her to the hospital. Immediately contact the staff to evacuate everyone else and deal with the rest."

"Okay." Vera could not care about anything else at this time. She could only follow his instructions.

He carried Minerva and left. As she was about to get into the car, Minerva, who had been leaning weakly in his embrace, suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed his sleeve.

"Did something happen to Maddox? Is what they said true?"

Quill stopped in his steps.

"I don't believe it." She stared at him with a pale face. "Quill, tell me... Are the reporters telling the truth?"

He pursed his lips and kept quiet while he brought her into the car. He muttered in a low voice, "It's too chaotic here. It's not suitable for you to stay here. Let's go to the hospital to deal with the wound first."

He was staring at how pale her face was and the bruises on her arm.

"No!" She shook her head and grasped his sleeve. "I'm not going to the hospital. I'm going to the airport."

Going to the airport?

He frowned. "If we go to the airport now, there will be more reporters there."

"I want to look for him..." Minerva raised her head. Her pupils were empty and lifeless.

The way she held Quill's hand at this moment was like a fish on the verge of death, holding onto the last glimmer of hope and was unwilling to let go.

Her gaze...

Quill could not bear to look straight in her eyes anymore. He pursed his lips and gritted his teeth. "Look for him? Where are you going to look for him? Can you find him when you go to the airport?"

"I'm going to the airport," she insisted.

He looked at the driver and said, "Go to the nearest hospital to deal with the wound."

Upon hearing this, her eyes widened in shock. She looked at Quill in disbelief.

"I won't go to the hospital!"

"Your hand is injured, and you are looking pale. You must go to the hospital immediately." He was firm.

Minerva was speechless.