Billionaire’s Runaway Bride

After speaking, I immediately started the car and drove towards the hospital. I had already delayed too much time with Dave and I didn’t know how the situation was with the little girl. I arrived at the hospital and the dean greeted me respectfully, “Mr. Carter.” I was still angry and asked, “How is the person?”

“She has been taken to the emergency room. The doctors you brought are all inside,” the dean replied with a smile. Soon, I stood outside the emergency room in the midst of a group of people. The emergency room was still lit, and the situation inside was still unknown. “What did those experts say when the person was brought in?” I was full of anxiety. The dean looked embarrassed.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Speak!” I demanded. The dean spoke hesitantly, ”

The experts said… Miss Miller’s condition is not good. They can only do their best to save her and the chances of success are unknown…” He hurriedly added, “Don’t worry, the equipment inside has been replaced with the most advanced. As long as the experts are confident, there will be no mistakes!”

I frowned. Although I had already learned about the little girl’s condition from Dave, hearing that even these experts were not completely confident made my heart sink. “Mr. Carter, Miss Miller’s fate is in the hands of fate. Nothing will happen to her.”

The dean kept saying comforting words. I just felt that he was very noisy and said coldly, “You can go, I’ll wait here myself!” The dean’s voice stopped abruptly, and he nodded awkwardly, “If you need anything, just call me.” After speaking, he left the corridor with the doctors and nurses. The corridor suddenly became quiet. I looked up and stared at the light of the emergency room, feeling unusually restless and uneasy.

Since this little girl returned to her home country, she has been completely focused on her research. I wonder if she ever thought that one day, her love for research would put her life on the line? If only she could come out unscathed…

I sat down on a bench, looking at the door of the emergency room with an unpleasant expression. It had only been ten minutes since the little girl was taken in. I could still wait. Maybe those experts had already found a way to save her…

I comforted myself in my heart. As time passed second by second, there was no movement in the emergency room. My heart became heavier and heavier. There were at least four or five experts inside, and there was still no result!

What was the little girl’s condition like? There was a moment when I even wanted to push open the door of the emergency room and personally take a look, just to feel at ease. But reason made me dispel such thoughts.

Just as I was feeling anxious, the silence in the corridor was suddenly interrupted by a sudden ringtone. I snapped out of my thoughts and took out my phone to glance at it

. It was a call from my mother. Seeing the incoming call display, I hung up expressionlessly. As I was about to put away my phone, I saw the time on the screen. Unconsciously, it was already evening and the children should be getting out of school.

I looked at the closed door of the emergency room and pressed my forehead with my hand, trying to calm myself down. Then, I called Bill. He picked up quickly. “Sir, what can I do for you?” I instructed him, “Go to the kindergarten and pick up Aviva and Cyrus.”

Bill readily agreed and then asked cautiously, “Sir, where should I take them after picking them up?” I thought for a while before solemnly instructing,

“Take them back home.” “But what if they ask about Miss Miller?” Bill asked. I hadn’t thought that far and began to think, but I couldn’t come up with an answer. I didn’t know when Aimee would get better and when she could go back.

Even… I looked up and saw the emergency room still without any movement. I couldn’t be sure if Aimee would come out of that door safely today. “You figure it out.”

I sighed and hung up the phone expressionlessly. In the hospital, time ticked by, minute by minute. It was already seven o’clock in the evening, and it had been four or five hours since Aimee was taken into the emergency room. I went from standing to sitting, and now I stood by the door to the emergency room, looking worried.

“Mr. Carter, haven’t you eaten anything yet? Why don’t we go out and have something to eat? We’ll have someone keep an eye on things here and notify you immediately when there’s news,” the dean said with a fawning expression. I turned around to face him, my eyes bloodshot,

“Get out!” The dean nodded repeatedly, “Yes! I’m going, I’m going…”

He turned and left quickly. I turned back and stared straight at the door to the emergency room, as if trying to burn a hole in it with my gaze. And then, the red light on the emergency room finally went out. The door slowly opened, and four or five doctors with several nurses walked out quickly. Seeing them, my brow furrowed tightly. There was no sign of Aimee in the crowd!

“Where is she?” I clenched my fists, and the anxiety and fear in my heart threatened to overwhelm me. The lead expert quickly walked up to me and reported, “Mr. Carter, don’t worry, Aimee’s condition has temporarily stabilized.” I just stared at him and asked, “So where is she?” No one spoke for a moment. When no one responded, my anger suddenly burst

“Are you all deaf? I’m asking you, where is she?” The lead expert quickly explained, “It’s like this, although Aimee’s condition has temporarily stabilized, she’s still unconscious. After our examination, it seems that the toxicity has caused damage to her brain nerves. We don’t know when she will wake up.” “What did you say?” I grabbed onto his collar.