At the Athana Hospital.
Natalie, Sherri, and other doctors who had been resuscitating the patients on the highway for more than two hours drove back to the hospital without stopping to support the resuscitation work in the operating theater.
It was not until 12:30 p.m. that all the resuscitation efforts ended. None of the patients died. The minor cases were transferred to normal wards, and the major cases were observed in the ICU. This made Natalie's tense heart relax.
As soon as Sherri walked out of the operating theater, she and Natalie collapsed on the ground. "Natalie, I feel like I'm going to die. I can't even raise my hands. My legs are trembling like a parkinsonism patient's."
Natalie was not any better. She woke up very early in the morning and was called over without catching up on her sleep. She said weakly, "I'm not much better either. I'm about to starve to death. Let me rest for a while more. Let's take a taxi home later."
Natalie didn't want to take up any more medical resources. She really didn't have the strength to drive her motorcycle anymore.
Sherri sighed. She rolled her eyes and looked at the lights above her head. She was in a half-dead state. "We definitely have to take a taxi. I can't step on the accelerator. I don't even have the strength to call the driver now. We'll get the security guard to hail the taxi later and pay the money. Let's pay it back tomorrow. Fortunately, we are resting tomorrow."
"Are you crazy? Get the security guard to pay. No matter how, you have to pay before you die. I don't want to chat with you anymore. I'm so tired. I just want to lie down now."
They had to pay for this themselves.
The security guard helped the two of them take two taxis home. They were so tired that they did not say a word while waiting for the car.
At 1 a.m., one of the lights in the Wilson Group Building was still on.
Jim stood at the side, feeling miserable. He could have gotten off work earlier, but Trevon insisted on finishing all the work tomorrow ahead of time tonight.
It was already one o'clock in the morning.
As Jim complained, the man looked up and began to organize the documents in his hand. "That's enough. Let's go back."
Jim was like winning the lottery. He quickly sorted out all the information and went downstairs to drive Trevon to Adare Manor.
A minute before Trevon got out of the car, he said coldly, "You don't have to pick me up tomorrow."
"Alright, do you want to accompany Mrs. Wilson?" Now, Jim understood. It turned out that Trevon worked overtime at night because he wanted to take time out to accompany Natalie tomorrow.
It was time to accompany Natalie. She was so noble and hardworking.
Trevon's cold gaze made Jim shut up. Jim quickly stepped on the accelerator and left.
Trevon walked into the villa.
The lights in the guest hall were dim, and only the one on the porch was on. Trevon was suspicious. Did Natalie not come back?
There was a faint sound of breathing in the quiet living room. Looking for the source of the sound, Trevon realized that this woman was actually sleeping on the sofa on such a cold day without anything covering her.
Trevon looked down and saw that her white down jacket and jeans were covered in blood. Natalie's face and forehead were also covered in blood. How tired was she? She fell asleep without taking a shower, even though she was so dirty.
Was Natalie so tired that she did not want to move at all?
How sloppy.
However, when Trevon saw this scene, a certain part of his chest trembled. His heart ached, and he felt an indescribable pain.
Trevon's heart ached for this woman.
Trevon, who had always been a clean freak, frowned and walked to Natalie's side. He gently put his hand through her back and one hand through the crook of her leg. He carried her to his knee and took off her coat. He threw it on the ground and gently carried her upstairs by the waist.
The woman slept very soundly and was already in a deep sleep. After such a long time, she showed no signs of waking up. She was very peaceful in her sleep.
Trevon went straight upstairs and walked to the guest room. He walked to the bed and placed her on it. He took off his suit and rolled up his sleeves. He went to the bathroom to get a basin of warm water and gently wiped the bloodstains on her face. From beginning to end, he did not miss anything.
Trevon looked up at the woman. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he took off her jeans. In an instant, her fair and slender legs blocked his eyes, and the heat in his body followed.
Trevon's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his lower abdomen was a little tight.
Trevon quickly turned his head and avoided looking at Natalie. He stood up and went to the wardrobe to get a change of clothes for her to change into. He tucked her in and covered her fair legs.
After everything was done, the woman was still sleeping quietly, but Trevon was already exhausted. He turned around and went to the master bedroom to take a shower.
Half an hour later.
After showering, Trevon returned to the guest room to take a look at the exhausted woman who was still rushing to the front line.
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