Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 130

Charles lost count on how many red lights he had run along the way. He was able to reach Dream Club in just 25 minutes

When he got out of the car whilst panting heavily, he received a call from Marie before he could step into Dream Club’s entrance. "Mr. Harris, we’ve arrived at First Hospital. Sophia is in the emergency room."

Charles hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and got in the car with a pale face. He rushed to First Hospital as quickly as he could.

At almost the same time when he arrived at the hospital, two traffic policemen approached him and said reverently, "Mr. Harris, you ran 36 red lights altogether. We will revoke your driver's license. You will also need to..."

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry!" Charles' head was blank, and his ears were buzzing. He could not even hear what they were saying, nor was he in the mood to listen to what they had to say.

He pushed the two traffic policemen away and rushed to the elevator.

At three o'clock in the morning, the hospital was still crowded. Charles was in his pajamas and slippers, soaked all over. His wretched and strange appearance attracted the attention of many as they sized him up curiously.

He did not even care about the looks thrown his way. Right now, he just wanted to get to the emergency room as quickly as possible.

There were a lot of people lining up for the elevator. Charles took a quick glance and entered the stairway straight away, taking three to four steps at a time as he rushed toward the emergency room.

The two traffic policemen exchanged glances with each other and eventually went after him dutifully.

Both Marie and Megan were waiting outside the emergency room. The two of them had stood in the rain on the rooftop for quite some time, so their clothes were already soaked and now stuck tightly onto their bodies, drawing an exquisite and voluptuous outline of their bodies.

Seeing that Charles was here, Megan sprung up from the chair subconsciously and began wringing her hands restlessly. She lowered her head and was so overwhelmed by guilt that she dared not say a word.

"Mr. Harris!" The rain made others look hapless, yet it made Marie sexier and much more attractive. She walked toward Charles with a frown. Even an unintentional move made her look charming and graceful.

There was anxiousness in Charles’ voice, one that he did not know existed. "How’s Sophia doing?"

"She’s in the emergency room. She suffered a relapse for both her pulmonary edema and her leg injury. The doctor said that things aren’t looking too good." Marie shook her head and glanced in the direction of the traffic policemen with seductive eyes. “What’s going on..."

The two traffic policemen were both young. Their faces instantly flushed crimson under her feather-light gaze.

One of them stuttered, "We received a report s-saying that someone w-was racing in the city, that’s why we came."

"So that’s why." Marie glanced at Charles' pajamas and slippers, rubbed the area between her brows, and said to the two traffic policemen, "Mr. Harris isn’t free right now. Also, it won’t be appropriate for us to talk outside the emergency room. Let’s go somewhere else to discuss this matter."

That would work. The two young traffic policemen went along with Marie and walked in the opposite direction of the emergency room.

Charles stood outside the emergency room in a daze, staring fixedly at the two huge characters that wrote ‘emergency room’. He found the sign particularly unpleasant to look at.

The doctor said that things were not looking too good. What did he mean by not looking too good?

His limbs were like jelly, and his vision was turning dark. Unprecedented panic and uneasiness dominated every single cell in his body. Sophia might die… Little by little, this thought started turning rancid in his heart. His hands that had fallen limply on his sides started quivering uncontrollably.

Megan stood next to him and sneaked a peek at him. When she noticed how awful his complexion was, she hurriedly and anxiously retracted her gaze. Even her breathing had been deliberately softened.