Charles always knew that Sophia wanted to ask for death, though at this very moment when he heard from someone else saying that she was asking for death, his heart still could not help feeling strangled.
It felt as though he had suddenly stepped into a quicksand, and the quicksand came from all directions, blocking every opening of his body.
With every breath that he took, the quicksand was all that he breathed in as it filled his nasal cavity and throat. After that, suffocation would follow. It was exceedingly uncomfortable.
Marie glanced at him and said to Megan who looked completely flustered at the moment, "Itâs been a rough night for you too. Go back early and rest.
Iâll give you two days off. Also, youâre not allowed to tell anyone anything about the incident that happened at the rooftop, can you do that?"
"Thank you, Marie." Megan braved the pressure that was coming from Charles and bit the bullet, saying, "But I would like to stay here."
Marie looked at her but did not say anything.
Megan lowered his head and did not dare to speak another word.
"You can stay if you want to." Marie glanced at Charles' soaked pajamas and said, "I'll go and grab you some dry clothes."
Charles stared at the emergency room, pursing his thin lips tightly. He made no sound.
Marie did not wait for him to answer before turning around and walking away.
Suddenly, Megan and Charles were the only ones left in the corridor outside the emergency room. Megan stole a few glances at Charles. After hesitating for a long time, she walked to the stairwell with her mobile phone in her hand and gave Sterling a call.
The emergency rescue this time might not be a success. Sophia would probably want to see Mr. White one last time.
Charles stood at the door of the emergency room, looking a little flustered. He was a little cold, a little tired, and a little irritable. Even so, he refused to sit or change his clothes. He was just standing there in silence.
He had never imagined a world without her even after witnessing Sophia betraying him with his own eyes.
If the emergency rescue failed this time, he...
Charlesâ breathing was slightly faster than usual. He pursed his lips and gave Mr. Lewis a call. "Find the best pulmonary edema specialist and leg disease specialist in B city and in the country. I donât care what you do, ask them to come to First Hospital as soon as possible."
He would not let her die!
Megan came back after making the call and saw that Charles was still standing in the same position as though he had never moved. She took feather-light steps and stood behind him. She was so tired that she wanted to take a seat yet was too afraid to do so.
Time was ticking away, yet not once had the door of the emergency room opened.
Charles' heart was sinking gradually. He gave Mr. Lewis a call. Mr. Lewis said that he had contacted several specialists. Unfortunately, none of them was in B city. The specialist who was the nearest would only be able to get to the airport earliest by four-thirty in the afternoon the next day.
Unease spread out in his heart, dominating his mind and body. He had never felt so helpless before.
Marie brought him a suit and leather shoes, then found him an empty ward. She asked him to change his clothes there. However, he was still standing on the same spot as if he had not heard her.
She sighed and placed the bag with the suit on the seat. She then sat down and propped up one hand and rested her chin on it, seemingly absorbed in thoughts.
Megan had been standing for so long that her feet and legs were sore. She bent over and massaged her sore calf, then sat on the chair while she was at it. As she was too nervous, her bum sat on one side of the chair only.
"What do you think about the way Mr. Harris treats Sophia?" Marie glanced at Charlesâ back, leaned into Megan's ear, and asked lazily.
All the nerves in Megan's body were taut when Marie blurted out the question. She nearly jumped in her seat from the shock.
She was in no mood to gossip about Sophia and Charlesâ relationship at the moment, but in the face of her superiorâs question, she had no choice but to keep her spirits up and answer the question. "I... I don't interact much with Mr. Harris, so I don't know."
She spoke in a very soft voice. Even so, she was afraid that Charles would hear her. She stole several glances at him.
"Why would he behave this way if he doesnât like her?" Marie's eyes were sparkling, seemingly directing the question at Megan, yet was seemingly talking to herself at the same time.
As a woman, Megan still blushed when she met Marie's amorous eyes. She opened her mouth but chose to remain silent in the end. She glanced at Charles, then stared at the emergency room just like him.
Time had always flown by quickly for Charles. One day would pass by unknowingly after having a meeting or two and handling dozens of documents.
Right now, however, every passing minute and second felt like torment to him. It was like he was sliced by a knife and roasted in fire. It was extremely agonizing.
"Charles, what happened to Soph?" At about three in the morning, Yvette came to the emergency room with her servant.
After sending someone to find out what had happened, she learned that Charles and Sophia were both in the hospital. She did not know the specifics yet, though.
Megan subconsciously sprung up from her seat and stood next to the chair nervously when she saw this woman dressed in branded attire appear.
This woman had an extraordinary aura and elegance even when she did not apply any makeup or dress up for the occasion.
"She suffered a relapse from her pulmonary edema and her leg disease. Sheâs currently inside receiving emergency treatment." Charles had not moved for a long time. His legs were already numb. He wanted to walk to Yvette but staggered instead. He had to hold onto the wall for support before finally regaining his footing.
"!" Yvette's pupils contracted slightly, and her lips parted.
After half a minute, she came back to her senses and stared incredulously at Charles. "Charles, what... What did you do to Soph this time?"
Charles pressed his lips tightly and did not utter a single word.
"Youâve gotten the wrong idea about Mr. Harris." Marie stepped forward and stood next to Yvette, saying softly, "Mr. Harris has nothing to do with why Sophia is in the emergency room this time."
Yvette frowned. Her expression was grim. She did not say anything about it, but she clearly did not believe Marieâs words.
She was slightly furious now. Instead of looking at Charles and Marie, she turned to Megan and asked, "Miss, do you know how Soph is doing now?"
"Her condition... isnât looking too good." Megan was overwhelmed when she was questioned by Madam Harris, a person whom she had only heard others talk about this whole time. She weighed her words carefully and said, "When I found Sophia, she was already suffering from her relapse and couldnât even talk anymore. When she was carried into the ambulance, she..."
Megan paused before saying with much difficulty, "She lost consciousness."
"When did she enter the emergency room? Did the doctor say anything?" Yvette tried her best to keep calm, but she still spoke much faster than usual.
Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around!
ï¤Chapter 130 The Doctor Said That Things Arenât Looking Too Good Megan was just about to say that it had been more than an hour now when the emergency room door opened with a click. A doctor walked out wearing his uniform, a mask, and a disposable cap.
Behind him was a nurse panting with exhaustion. The nurse was holding several pieces of paper in her hands, unsure of what they were for.
Charles' eyes lit up slightly as he walked up to the doctor with abnormally quick steps, wanting to ask him how Sophia was doing. At the sight of the doctorâs awful expression, though, he could not even utter a single word that had already reached his throat.
He never thought that there would come a day when he would hesitate for so long before asking a question.
"Which one of you is Sophiaâs family member?" the doctor took off his mask and asked hurriedly.
Charles' Adam's apple rolled a little. He suppressed the frantic and surging emotions in the depth of his eyes. He strained to ask every single word, âHow... is she doing?â