Boyce knew Matthew would definitely be in a quandary, but he also knew Matthewâs temperament.
âDonât think about it too much.â Boyce didnât know what he could say to comfort her.
Dolores opened her eyes and looked at the rays of light rushing past the window. She was dazzled by the colorful beams of light and her mind was confused.
âDolores, I shouldnât say this, but I donât think you should get too close to Victoria.â Perhaps this was the reason Jeffery was upset.
He couldnât understand that someone as sensible as Dolores would do something so irrational putting Matthew in a dilemma. Now, it even irritated Jeffery.
Dolores didnât explain herself as she had promised Victoria earlier.
âAre you in a lot of pain?â Boyce was a little startled as he felt Doloresâ body filled with sweat.
Dolores shook her head as the pain was sometimes intense, but sometimes mild. At this point it was not so painful.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Boyce took her out of the car and sent her to the intensive care unit. The doctor told Boyce to lay her on the floor, âAll of you, please wait outside.â
Boyce pulled his hand away and only realized that the wet stickiness was not her sweat, but was her blood.
gαâηÏνððsâ¤com is where imagination thrives He looked at Dolores lying on the bed and saw a crimson red under her body.
He gasped, what was going on?
The doctor understood what was happening at a glance and ordered his assistant to prepare for the operation, âAll of you, please wait outside.â
Boyce didnât move, but Officer Sharp pulled him out of the room.
At that moment, Armand came running in from the other end of the hallway in a hurry.
He drove his car and followed Officer Sharp. However, another car cut him off on the way, so he was a little late.
âLet me calm down a little.â Boyce interrupted Armand. His mind went blank for a moment, how could there be blood there?
He crouched in a corner and stared at the blood stained hands. He had never had a girlfriend, but he was still an adult. A situation like thisâ¦normally he would only have one possibility.
He straightened his neck with a twitch in his throat.
Ringâ¦
However, the phone in his pocket rang at that moment.
Matthew called him just after leaving the Harris Family.
Staring at the name on the phone screen, Boyce didnât dare answer the call.
He swallowed hard and answered the call as he held the phone to his ear, âIâm at the hospital.â
âHuh?â Matthew frowned.
ââ¦Dolores isnât feeling well, so theyâve sent her to the hospital.â
âWhat hospital?â
Boyce lowered his head and looked at his blurred shadow on the floor. His throat was dry and tight as he said hoarsely, âIâm sorry.
Iâm sorryâ¦â
Boyce was grief-stricken and remorseful. He didnât know how to confront Matthew, but could only apologize repeatedly.
âI ask you what hospital heâs in!â Matthew was furious.
Armand reached over and took the phone from Boyceâs hand. He stepped back to answer it and told Matthew which hospital they were in now.
After hanging up the phone, he walked over and looked at Boyce, âWhatâs the matter with you, is it because Doloresâ condition is unfavorable?â
So, she didnât dare to talk to Matthew?
Boyce clenched his fists, âDonât talk to me. Let me calm down a little.â Armand didnât say much as he shoved the phone in his pocket.
He stepped aside and waited in silence.
About ten minutes later, a figure appeared at the end of the hallway. He showed no expression, but his handsome, stern look was like an endless storm in his black, glittering eyes.
His aura was so strong that those who passed by him could not help but turn away.
He walked with a firm and somewhat heavy stride, heading straight for them.
Armand waved to him.
Boyce knew Matthew had arrived when he heard Armand call Matthewâs name.
He crouched down without moving and did not raise his head.
He only raised his head slowly when a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared in his view.
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