Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 125 They Won’t Pity You

Jean kept her word. For the next ten hours, other than using the toilet, she kept kneeling outside of Ben’s hospital room. She didn’t eat either, but only sipped some water from time to time.

“Ms. Eyer, there’s no point in doing this. Mrs. Ludwig wouldn’t forgive you just because of this act.” Mr. Coleman came to advise her. “You should just leave.”

She kept her head low, speechless. “Never mind. Just do as you like.”

Jean heard the door open. She raised her head toward the doctor and nurse exiting the room. The doctor shook his head regretfully. “If he doesn’t wake up tomorrow morning, we will proceed with the amputation.”

Jean’s heart sank. “He can’t be amputated. How will he drive without his legs?” She mumbled. She was clearer than anyone else that his dream was to be a world-renowned racer.

Tears streamed down her face as she touched the window and whispered, “You’ve heard it, right? It’ll be too late if you don’t wake up.”

She continued kneeling through the night. Her legs were numb. She kept watch over the sky, not knowing the time. She prayed that the sun would rise later and that Ben would wake up soon.

“This is meaningless. The Ludwig family won’t even pity you if you do this.”

Edgar stared at her back and smirked. “If you want to kneel, you should try to pray to God in church. That might work.”

Jean kept silent, hiding her emotions. He watched her quietly. “If he undergoes the amputation, will you really give up your life to him?”

She turned to him slowly. “I mean what I said. Please leave if you’re here just to mock me.”

Her eyes were lifeless. Such a pained expression, just for the man lying in the room?

Edgar pressed his lips into a thin line. “If you go back on your words, I’ll bring you back to the Ludwig family at all costs.”

He turned away and left.

He didn’t leave the hospital but instead headed to the fifth floor for the surgery meeting.

Ben was hurt during the race. Two other sponsors were invited to the hospital.

“Mr. Royden, will Mr. Ludwig really have an amputation?”

“I’m acquainted with a few notable neurologists. I can invite them here for another assessment!”

face darkened. He hoped for the same

yelled at the doctors. “Are there no other ways? Think

“This…”

two and a half hours. Yet they couldn’t come

better way. Please prepare the operating room. If we are to drag this any further, we will miss the

At that moment.

pushed the door open. Her pale, tear-streaked face

“He’s awake…”

hurried to Ben, checking on his

ran barefooted from three

was breathless. Her limbs were shaking, and her

pained at the

slowly. “Are you that

still shedding tears. Her

knew, he pulled her into his arms

“Let me go!”

your life belongs to me. You can’t breathe your last breath

she forgotten that she was in the accident too? Although her injuries are not as

a morsel of food. Even

her down, she

laid her gently on

“Please examine her.”

floor for inpatients far away from the Ludwig

the checkup. “Your wife’s body is very weak. Make sure

Wife?

furrowed his

children?” The doctor pushed his glasses up his nose

to the pharmacy with a

pregnant. You must take care of her and be understanding of her. Has she had

window. “Are you here to

of his thoughts and

been that lost in his

nurse handed him the medicine. “Once every meal. It’s written on the