Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 438

The moment the Land Rover stopped, Wendy had already opened the car door and ran to the emergency building.

Charlie pulled out the car key and followed closely behind her. When they came out of the elevator, he put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her. "Calm down!"

Wendy nodded, but the anxiety on her face only increased.

Finally, they arrived in the operating room. From a distance, Simon, who was squatting against the white wall, bent his back, curled up, buried his head between his knees, and held his elbows behind his head.

The setting sun coming through the window cast his shadow on the floor tiles like a sorrowful mountain.

It was like he didn't hear their footsteps and just kept that pose.

Wendy walked up quickly and looked at the closed operating room door, then asked nervously, "Dr. Chin, how is Emily?"

After a long time, Simon finally reacted.

Like the slow motion in the movie, he looked up very slowly, the pair of peach blossom eyes actually had long red blood, the corners of the mouth wriggled several times, there was a low voice came out of his mouth, which was coarse and hoarse as if it had been ground by gravel, "I don't know."

They obviously talked on the phone at noon and made an appointment to come over for dinner in the evening.

Who would know that something like this would actually happen...

Wendy opened her mouth and wanted to ask something. Beside her, Charlie clenched her hand and shook his head.

She could only keep quiet and stare nervously at the operating room.

More than an hour later, the tightly closed operating room finally opened and doctors in white coats came out of it.

Simon had squatted for so long that his legs were numb. When he stood up, his body swayed. Fortunately, Charlie came forward to help him. Wendy couldn't wait to jump up from the chair and asked in advance.

"Doctor, how is it going?"

The doctor took off his mask and did not immediately answer. Instead, he sighed first and shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, we have tried our best! It was too late, we didn't save the baby!"

Wendy almost cried out in a low voice and covered her mouth with her hand.

She had heard such words four years ago, so she knew how painful it would be, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at Simon behind her. His tall and straight figure was frozen in place, as if he couldn't move. He just stared at the doctor for a moment. Suddenly, the corner of his eye twitched uncontrollably, and a tear fell heavily.

When extremely sad, men will also cry.

Wendy's heart skipped a beat.

Behind the doctor, Emily, who had not yet passed the anesthetic, was pushed out by the nurse and prepared to be sent to the ward. She lay on it silently as if she was dead, and her face was as pale as paper.

Simon didn't immediately go into the ward. Instead, he walked towards the smoking area.

He was holding on to the wall and walking very, very slowly. When Wendy passed by, she saw him taking a cigarette from Charlie and lighting it. He was smoking violently like a man who took drugs, but his hands were always shaking uncontrollably.

Wendy sighed, pushed the door open, and went into the ward.

It was silent inside. The only thing that could be heard was the liquid dripping from the infusion tube every second.