How painful is it that his ribs are sticking into the lungs??
"Then hurry up and have an operation. What are you waiting for?" I say anxiously to the doctor.
The doctor shakes his head and says, "Right now, the child's vital signs are still unstable and his body
is particularly weak, so if we rushed into surgery, he would be at risk of hemorrhaging. We can only
wait for the child's condition to stabilize before making plans."
Looking at the poor child, I feel very sad and guilty.
I really regret it. Why did I bump into them without seeing the situation clearly?
Right now, Whitney is fine, but Earl is injured so badly.
If there was anything wrong with Earl, then I wouldn't want to live.
Originally, I want to see him a little longer, but the doctor says that he is afraid of cross infection, so he
reminds us that we should go out.
For the sake of the child's safety, I could only let Frances push me out.
As soon as I get out of the intensive care unit, I couldn't help but break down.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I'm sorry...."
Frances looks at me with distress and whispers, "It's not your fault. If you had seen him, you wouldn't
have done it. It's my fault for finding out too late so that you and our child were in danger."
"How did you know I was going to attack Whitney?" I look up at him with tears in my eyes.
"Whitney sent me a text message telling me that she had arrived. I found it strange and remembered
your strange behavior last night. I asked my men to check my phone call and text message records. If I
had found out earlier, I would have stopped you."
He pushes me into the ward and gently hugs me.
"It's all my fault that I am too impulsive to cause such an outcome. Right now, I only hope that nothing
will happen to our child."
For the rest of the time, I feel very uneasy. I want to know the news about Earl, but I'm afraid that I
would hear bad news.
Frances is afraid that my mother would worry about me, so he doesn't tell my family about my car
accident.
I am grateful to him for this.
Things are already in a mess. I don't want my mother to be more worried.
The next afternoon, news comes from the intensive care unit that Earl's condition has stabilized and he
is ready for surgery.
But his surgery has risks, so doctors ask us to be mentally prepared.
My hands are trembling when I sign the family agreement. I couldn't even move my pen for a long time.
Frances takes it and signs his name. He says to me in a low voice, "Don't worry, everything will be fine.
I've called the best doctor in the country, so the surgery basically won't be risky."
"Basically?" I look up at Frances, still worried.
I want 100% certainty.
"Jane, you know that surgery is definitely risky. I can't guarantee you that nothing will go wrong. But
you should believe me. Our child will definitely be fine."
I nod.
Now, I could only hope for the best.
I have recovered a lot in the past two days. Ignoring Frances' obstruction, I run outside the operating
room and sit waiting for news of the child.
Halfway through the operation, several police officers come to look for me.
"Ms. Noyes, you are suspected of being involved in a premeditated murder case. Please come back
with us to assist in the investigation."
Another premeditated murder?
Last time, Whitney framed me.
But this time, I really want to kill her.
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