However, Bellaâs mind was elsewhere. She wished she could be there with Justin.
Asher let out a sigh. He undid his top button, reached inside his collar, and removed the silver cross he
had worn for years.
âGive this to Justin when he wakes up.â
Asher put the necklace in the palm of Bellaâs hand and shut her fingers.
âAsh, this isâ¦â Her eyes widened in shock.
âThe necklace isnât worth much, but it means a lot to me. I have worn it for more than a decade, and it
has saved me from countless dangers and troubles.â
Asher smiled wryly, his eyes burning intensely. âI canât do much for
Justin. Itâs Justinâs fight now. I can only pray for him. I hope you donât laugh at my attempt to reach out
to God, Bella.â
Bella sniffled and burst into tears again. She broke down and cried in Asherâs arms.
âThank you⦠Ash⦠Thank youâ¦â
âIf you thank me one more time, Iâll be mad at you, silly girl.â Asher pouted dotingly.
With her emotions getting the best of her, Bella wailed louder.
âBella, when Justin wakes up, be good to him. At least, donât make things difficult for him or be mad at
him.â
Asher shuffled her hair tenderly and expressed, âHe would do anything for you. I doubt I can do what
he did for you.â
Bellaâs mind wandered back to when Justin shielded her from the arrow.
âBella, donât cryâ¦â
She closed her eyes as tears stained her face.
The Thompsons arrived at the hospital and drove into the basement parking lot.
Ryan was there, waiting for them.
Bella got out of the car and sprinted to Ryan desperately. âHow is Justin now?â
Ryan replied, âHeâs in surgery. You know the surgeon.â
âI know the surgeon? Is it Arnold?â Bella was quick to put the piece together.
She looked back at Asher.
Asher met her gaze calmly, even though something stirred within him.
âYeah. The surgery has been going on for three hours now.â
Worried sick, Ryan said, âI heard Dr. Larson is a relative of Mila. Can we trust him? He acts funny and
looks unreliable. Maybe you should operate instead, Bella. Didnât you crack Justinâs head open and
operate on him the last time?â
Bella was lost for words.
âWhat do you mean by funny?â
Drew placed his arm on the car window, a cigarette in hand. He whined, âHeâs a carefree man. I have
to question the Hoffman familyâs education.â
âWell, you get the meaning,â Ryan mumbled under his breath, as Drew was Bellaâs brother.
Otherwise, Ryan would have taken a jab back.
âDr. Larson is as great of a doctor as Dr. Brown.â
Asher frowned, his voice chilly. âComing from a prestigious family like yours, Mr. Hoffman, one might
expect you to value talent above all else. Donât you agree?â