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Charles always knew that Sophia wanted to ask for death, though at this very moment when he heard from someone else saying that she was asking for death, his heart still could not help feeling strangled.
It felt as though he had suddenly stepped into a quicksand, and the quicksand came from all directions, blocking every opening of his body.
With every breath that he took, the quicksand was all that he breathed in as it filled his nasal cavity and throat. After that, suffocation would follow. It was exceedingly uncomfortable.
Marie glanced at him and said to Megan who looked completely flustered at the moment, "It’s been a rough night for you too. Go back early and rest. I’ll give you two days off. Also, you’re not allowed to tell anyone anything about the incident that happened at the rooftop, can you do that?"
"Thank you, Marie." Megan braved the pressure that was coming from Charles and bit the bullet, saying, "But I would like to stay here."
Marie looked at her but did not say anything.
Megan lowered his head and did not dare to speak another word.
"You can stay if you want to." Marie glanced at Charles' soaked pajamas and said, "I'll go and grab you some dry clothes."
Charles stared at the emergency room, pursing his thin lips tightly. He made no sound.
Marie did not wait for him to answer before turning around and walking away.
Suddenly, Megan and Charles were the only ones left in the corridor outside the emergency room. Megan stole a few glances at Charles. After hesitating for a long time, she walked to the stairwell with her mobile phone in her hand and gave Sterling a call.
The emergency rescue this time might not be a success. Sophia would probably want to see Mr. White one last time.
Charles stood at the door of the emergency room, looking a little flustered. He was a little cold, a little tired, and a little irritable. Even so, he refused to sit or change his clothes. He was just standing there in silence.
He had never imagined a world without her even after witnessing Sophia betraying him with his own eyes.
If the emergency rescue failed this time, he…
Charles’ breathing was slightly faster than usual. He pursed his lips and gave Mr. Lewis a call. "Find the best pulmonary edema specialist and leg disease specialist in B city and in the country. I don’t care what you do, ask them to come to First Hospital as soon as possible."
He would not let her die!
Megan came back after making the call and saw that Charles was still standing in the same position as though he had never moved. She took feather-light steps and stood behind him. She was so tired that she wanted to take a seat yet was too afraid to do so.
Time was ticking away, yet not once had the door of the emergency room opened.
Charles' heart was sinking gradually. He gave Mr. Lewis a call. Mr. Lewis said that he had contacted several specialists. Unfortunately, none of them was in B city. The specialist who was the nearest would only be able to get to the airport earliest by four-thirty in the afternoon the next day.
Unease spread out in his heart, dominating his mind and body. He had never felt so helpless before.
Marie brought him a suit and leather shoes, then found him an empty ward. She asked him to change his clothes there. However, he was still standing on the same spot as if he had not heard her.
She sighed and placed the bag with the suit on the seat. She then sat down and propped up one hand and rested her chin on it, seemingly absorbed in thoughts.
Megan had been standing for so long that her feet and legs were sore. She bent over and massaged her sore calf, then sat on the chair while she was at it. As she was too nervous, her bum sat on one side of the chair only.
"What do you think about the way Mr. Harris treats Sophia?" Marie glanced at Charles’ back, leaned into Megan's ear, and asked lazily.
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