Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 110

“No need…” Margaret tugged at Bryant’s sleeve. “I

st want you to stay with me for a little while, okay? If not, you might as well let me die in pain!”

“Well, guess you’ll have to die in pain then.” Despite his words, Bryant pulled a long face and got her a glass of water, his tone chilly. “Drink more water.”

Margaret snorted. “Water doesn’t cure anything.”

I stumbled, nearly falling over, and when I looked up, it was their natural interaction unfolding before me, one pretending, the other willing to believe.

After Timothy was rushed to the ICU, considering his health, the doctors advised against visiting him.

I could only stand at the door, watching through the glass. The usually kind and gentle Timothy had to breathe through an oxygen mask then, making me unbearably upset.

Suddenly, I noticed Timothy’s fingers seemed to move.

turned to Gary. “Gary, did Timothy just

He’s still moving.” Gary was just

to wake up so soon, and the surprise and joy rushed me t find a doctor. Halfway there,

chief of medicine was personally on duty tonight. Hearing the noise, the chief immediately led the doctors and nurses running toward the ICU,

happening? Timothy moved, didn’t he? In TV dramas, if the patient moves, isn’t it a sign of improvement, a

I steadied myself on a nearby chair, barely managing to stay

to fetch medication and perform resuscitation.

was too far away. Though the hospital was heated, I felt chilled

perhaps three. Before the chief could speak, I asked, full of hope, “Timothy’s okay now, right?

We did everything we could.” He spoke with regret, “Timothy is now

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my cheeks. I couldn’t wait another second, wiping my eyes as

I

the ICU