Charles lost count on how many red lights he had run along the way. He was able to reach Dream Club in just 25 minutes When he got out of the car whilst panting heavily, he received a call from Marie before he could step into Dream Clubâs entrance. "Mr. Harris, weâve arrived at First Hospital. Sophia is in the emergency room."
Charles hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and got in the car with a pale face. He rushed to First Hospital as quickly as he could.
At almost the same time when he arrived at the hospital, two traffic policemen approached him and said reverently, "Mr. Harris, you ran 36 red lights altogether. We will revoke your driver's license. You will also need to..."
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry!" Charles' head was blank, and his ears were buzzing. He could not even hear what they were saying, nor was he in the mood to listen to what they had to say.
He pushed the two traffic policemen away and rushed to the elevator.
At three o'clock in the morning, the hospital was still crowded. Charles was in his pajamas and slippers, soaked all over. His wretched and strange appearance attracted the attention of many as they sized him up curiously.
He did not even care about the looks thrown his way. Right now, he just wanted to get to the emergency room as quickly as possible.
There were a lot of people lining up for the elevator. Charles took a quick glance and entered the stairway straight away, taking three to four steps at a time as he rushed toward the emergency room.
The two traffic policemen exchanged glances with each other and eventually went after him dutifully.
Both Marie and Megan were waiting outside the emergency room. The two of them had stood in the rain on the rooftop for quite some time, so their clothes were already soaked and now stuck tightly onto their bodies, drawing an exquisite and voluptuous outline of their bodies.
Seeing that Charles was here, Megan sprung up from the chair subconsciously and began wringing her hands restlessly. She lowered her head and was so overwhelmed by guilt that she dared not say a word.
"Mr. Harris!" The rain made others look hapless, yet it made Marie sexier and much more attractive. She walked toward Charles with a frown. Even an unintentional move made her look charming and graceful.
There was anxiousness in Charlesâ voice, one that he did not know existed. "Howâs Sophia doing?"
"Sheâs in the emergency room. She suffered a relapse for both her pulmonary edema and her leg injury. The doctor said that things arenât looking too good." Marie shook her head and glanced in the direction of the traffic policemen with seductive eyes. âWhatâs going on..."
The two traffic policemen were both young. Their faces instantly flushed crimson under her feather-light gaze.
One of them stuttered, "We received a report s-saying that someone w-was racing in the city, thatâs why we came."
"So thatâs why." Marie glanced at Charles' pajamas and slippers, rubbed the area between her brows, and said to the two traffic policemen, "Mr.
Harris isnât free right now. Also, it wonât be appropriate for us to talk outside the emergency room. Letâs go somewhere else to discuss this matter."
That would work. The two young traffic policemen went along with Marie and walked in the opposite direction of the emergency room.
Charles stood outside the emergency room in a daze, staring fixedly at the two huge characters that wrote âemergency roomâ. He found the sign particularly unpleasant to look at.
The doctor said that things were not looking too good. What did he mean by not looking too good?
His limbs were like jelly, and his vision was turning dark. Unprecedented panic and uneasiness dominated every single cell in his body. Sophia might die... Little by little, this thought started turning rancid in his heart. His hands that had fallen limply on his sides started quivering uncontrollably.
Megan stood next to him and sneaked a peek at him. When she noticed how awful his complexion was, she hurriedly and anxiously retracted her gaze. Even her breathing had been deliberately softened.
"Why was she on the rooftop so late at night? How did you know that she was there?" Charles' slightly cool voice broke the silence in the corridor.
Meganâs heart fell with a thud almost at the same time he spoke. Then, it started beating vigorously as though it was about to jump out of her chest.
In the past, she simply felt fear and admiration for Mr. Harris. This time, there was also guilt and a smidge of rage from the feeling of unfairness she felt for Sophia.
She lowered her head and replied in a low voice, "I went back to the dormitory at about one in the morning. Not long after that, Tiffany, a roommate of Sophia and mine, came back as well.
"Sheâs always yelling at people whenever she returns to the dormitory. This time, however, she was in a very good mood. I casually asked her where Sophia was and she said that Sophia would never come back again. She also said that Sophia would probably be dead by tomorrow..."
Charlesâ thoughts were a mess. He was in no mood to listen to her tedious talk. "Simplify it."
His voice was not loud, nor did it carry any emotions with it, yet Megan was still terribly frightened by him that her heart jumped.
She swallowed and cut the long story short. "Tiffany has never gotten along with Sophia. I figured that something was not right with Tiffany, so I asked my colleague to find out where Sophia was, to which she said that Manager Jim had sent Sophia to the rooftop to clean the place up.
"I was worried that something would happen to Sophia, so I went to the rooftop only to find that she was going to..." She choked up and continued, "...
that she was going to die."
âShe was going to die.â These five words jabbed at Charlesâ heart, and it felt incredibly painful. His lips trembled, and his body could not stop shaking.
Megan dared not say another word after seeing his reaction. She tried her best to breathe as softly as possible, minimizing her sense of existence.
She was praying for Marie to return soon.
Charles did not talk to her anymore. He stood motionlessly in front of the emergency room door like a lifeless sculpture. Only the rainwater in his hair and clothes was dripping non-stop onto the floor.
Every time the rain touched the ground and let out the softest patter, it made Megan's heart jump.
"Itâs all settled, Mr. Harris, but your driver's license has been revoked and you need to take a test again." Marie walked up to him gracefully after talking to the two young traffic policemen.
Charles was slightly slow in turning his head. He hummed a reply and did not say anything else after that.
Marie sighed after seeing his reaction. She did not say anything else to him either. She looked at Megan standing on one side, raised the corner of her eyes, and asked, "You arrived way earlier than me. Why didn't you call an ambulance?"
Charles turned his head after hearing what she said, his deep and serene gaze falling on Megan. The depth of his eyes was surging with intense emotions.
"!" Megan's entire body tensed up. She was blinking much faster than usual. After mumbling for a while, she said with disjointed words under their gaze, "I... I was too... Too flustered at that time. I didn't think of calling... An ambulance."
Charles took a step towards her. There was only coldness in his eyes. "Really?"
The blood on Meganâs face drained completely under his gaze. Her body could not stop shaking as she swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva. She was terrified of him to begin with, especially after learning that he had broken Sophia's legs. Her terror intensified at this moment.
"Think before you answer." Charles fixed his gaze on her. Coolness seeped into every word he said.
Megan could not stand the pressure that he and Marie were forcing on her, so she confessed. "I called an ambulance at first, but later I called 120 again and told them not to come anymore after Sophia begged me."
Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around!
ï¤Chapter 129 I... I Beg You Having said that, she could not hold back anymore. "If I were Sophia and was suddenly turned from being the Whitesâ noble daughter into a female hostess, have my leg broken and even thrown out naked, have a home that I canât go back to, and get castigated by my parents constantly, I would think that dying is better than being alive too!â
After saying those words, she regretted it and lowered her head. She was afraid to speak another word.