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.

they seemed normal on the surface, any contact with their triggers would make

pale as he gripped tightly, and

of his hand bulged, and the IV needle had started to backflow,

will stay with you."

was like an unkillable demon, making Connor suffer

your own good. You won't blame me, right?

If you become one of those disobedient kids,

good, or I will abandon

you

eyes, as if Owen and the doctor's conversation still echoed in

"How is Connor's health?"

dosage is too high. Connor's physical development is already slower than his peers. If we continue with the medication, the Hawthorne

How did he manage to get first place in the

only physically weak and malnourished. Not only was he

what they

the doctor explained nervously. He didn't tell Owen that he

couldn't bear to do such harmful

A loud voice pulled Connor out of his

enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively

and he opened his eyes

back into the

a grown man, yet he can't stay still during an IV, causing backflow." Tom had been a student athlete since childhood, strong and rarely sick, but even he would fidget during IV drips as a child, causing backflow or swelling, which

in surprise and quickly replaced Connor's IV needle.

need to relax your muscles and fingers," the nurse sighed, unable to insert the needle. "Your fingers are so cold. Are you feeling

walked over to take a look, then

feeling that his hand was now dirty and needed to be

a towel soaked in hot

hadn't expected that someone as scatterbrained as Tom would have

and frowned. "In this short

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

caught off guard today and didn't have time to call for backup. If our crew had been there, those guys wouldn't have stood a chance." Tom

a headache coming

idiots," Tom snorted. "Especially Christopher Hawthorne, always scheming from

rubbing his temple, paused. He looked up sharply at Tom.