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.

on the surface, any contact with their

pale as he gripped tightly, and Connor felt his breath

bulged, and the IV needle had started to backflow,

alone in the hospital? I will stay

was like an unkillable demon,

good. You won't blame me,

up. If you become one of those disobedient

have to be good, or I will abandon

good. If only you

slowly closed his eyes, as

"How is Connor's health?"

development is already slower than his peers. If we continue

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

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

they

explained nervously. He didn't tell Owen that

to

loud voice pulled Connor out of his hellish

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breath tightened, and he opened his eyes

had already flowed back into the IV

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

Connor's IV needle. Connor stared numbly at his pale hand,

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

take a look, then

hand was now dirty

running to the bathroom. He came back with a towel soaked in hot water and placed it over Connor's hand. "Your hand is too cold;

someone as scatterbrained as Tom would have such practical

Tom and frowned. "In this

had been 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

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 took on six

coming on from Tom's

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

been rubbing his temple, paused. He looked up sharply at Tom. "You fought