Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 442 Tom Is a Fool

The external injuries were treated simply, but due to excessive blood loss, Connor's face was extremely pale.

"Where's Tom?" Although he didn't care if anyone was with him, Connor still asked instinctively.

He didn't want to stay in the hospital because he feared it.

When he was a child, Owen's so-called punishments left him covered in wounds and with a high fever that wouldn't subside. By the time Brian Hawthorne brought him home, he was barely breathing due to the fever.

He had been resuscitated for a long time, and when he woke up, he was alone in the ward.

That deep-seated fear and silence made him dread such places.

Even though he was talented in medicine, Connor chose to specialize in psychology.

He feared places filled with the scent of disinfectant and the aura of death.

He avoided them at all costs.

"He went out, said he'd be right back."

Connor nodded, not really caring. Tom was who he disliked in every way.

If Tom hadn't been so noisy, Connor wouldn't have agreed to stay in the hospital tonight.

He had wanted to refuse Ryan and go straight home, but since Ryan had already made arrangements, Connor didn't say much.

It was just one night of observation in the hospital and he could endure it.

"You had a concussion. You'll need an IV tonight. If you need anything, call the nurse," Ryan instructed. "I'm off duty now, so I'll be leaving."

Connor nodded, and the ward became eerily silent the moment Ryan left.

Leaning against the headboard, Connor stared at the ceiling and the IV bag, as if he had returned to the past.

Those memories and hellish scenes from before did not fade with time.

It was the same for him, and for Jasmine as well.

seemed normal on the surface, any contact with

as he gripped

and the

I will stay with you." Owen's

an unkillable demon, making Connor

blame me, right? I am

grow up. If you become one of those disobedient kids, I will be

to be good, or I will

only you never grew

his hands tightly and slowly closed his eyes, as if Owen and the doctor's conversation

"How is Connor's health?"

already slower than his peers. If we continue with the medication, the

he mentally impaired yet? How did he manage to get first

impaired fool, but to his surprise, Connor was only physically weak and malnourished. Not only was he not impaired, but he also achieved astonishing results in the elementary school

they called a

perhaps..." the doctor explained nervously. He didn't tell Owen that he had secretly replaced

to do

with you?" A loud voice pulled Connor out of his

for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just

he opened his eyes

had already flowed back into the

stay still during an IV, causing backflow." Tom had been a student athlete since childhood, strong and rarely sick, but even he would fidget

needle. Connor stared

too tense. You need to relax your muscles and fingers," the nurse sighed, unable to insert the

a look, then

bit angry, feeling that his hand was now dirty and needed to be

Connor's hand and running to the bathroom. He came back with a towel soaked in hot water and placed it over Connor's

someone as scatterbrained as Tom would have such

up at Tom and frowned. "In this short time, did you go out to

in a fight. He had injuries on his forehead and the corner of his eye, and his lip was split, looking like he had taken a beating. "Aren't you always bragging about how good you are at fighting? Who beat you up

have time to call for backup. If our crew had been there, those guys wouldn't have stood a chance." Tom started boasting. "I'm not exaggerating; I

a headache coming on from

idiots," Tom snorted. "Especially

temple, paused. He looked up