Bonnie clutched her abdomen and whimpered as tears streamed down her face, "It hurts. It hurts so much."
At this point, she could not even tell if the pain was of a physical origin or was it emotional.
Maybe it was both.
Christopher was shocked to see Bonnie like this.
Without even having the time to think, he quickly helped Bonnie back into the room and sat her down on the sofa. Then, he began inspecting her wound.
Just as he had guessed, the wound was already infected.
Even though he had tried to clean it the night before, it was still too late.
Christopher exhaled and grabbed Bonnie’s hand. "I'm calling a cab right now. You have to go to a hospital immediately."
Even though he was capable of helping Bonnie clean and heal her wounds at home
Luna was right; he should not have used Bonnie's physical pain to his advantage to teach her a lesson.
As soon as he thought of this, he took the phone from Bonnie, and as soon as he held it in his hands, he suddenly realized that she had been holding his phone all this while.
A bad feeling surged into his mind...
Christopher's expression darkened when h e checked the call records.
The last person on the recent calls list was Jim.
Not only that, but the call had ended only two minutes ago.
Seeing that Christopher was staring at the call records, Bonnie turned her head away, not daring to meet his gaze. "Just now, while you were still asleep, your phone kept ringing, so I took the call for you."
"It's okay." Christopher let out an awkward smile and tried to hide the disappointment in his eyes. Then, he found the contact of the taxi driver he was familiar with and dialed his number.
Soon, the driver arrived with his cab, and Christopher brought Bonnie into the car.
The atmosphere in the car was so silent that it was almost suffocating.
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