Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 693

In a five-star hotel.

"Madam, the bomb expert sent by General Ritchie has arrived." After receiving the news, Quina rushed in and told Lilian.

"Okay." Lilian, who was sitting restlessly in the room, immediately stood up and nodded. The increasingly strong and ominous feeling made her body tense. After hearing from Quina, she ordered, "Ask them to rush to the mansion immediately."

"Yes, ma'am." Quina nodded. She hesitated for a moment and said cautiously, "But Madam, Johan sent a bomb expert to the mansion."

Lilian sneered with disdain, "These terrorists are from the war- torn country. The bomb must be foreign to them. No matter how powerful the experts he sent are, they can't solve this mess. If they could, then I would have called them long ago."

After hearing this, Quina suddenly realized Lilian's intentions.

"I am doing this out of respect to Vivian. She was wise throughout her life. Now that it's only been days since she passed, the mansion that she guarded her entire life has ended up in such a fate. I can't bear to see that. I can't watch them sink into danger. I disdain people who think they're noble, yet just sit and watch when their relatives are in need. Things are all a cycle of cause and effect. Life is precious. I want to do what is right." Madam Lilian's face was expressionless as she continued.

Quina understood who she meant. She immediately said, "You are right." Then, she immediately went to perform her task.

Lilian slowly walked to the window. Her heart was full of sorrow. She would not fuss over the past. At that moment, she had nothing to ask for but Sara and Jenna to be happy and safe. She would make sure of that.

This was her only wish at the moment.

"God, please have mercy on us and bless my daughter and me. Amen." She closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and murmured.

The doorbell suddenly rang.

"Come in." She pressed the door and said in a low voice.

The door opened. A tall and thin man walked in with a worried look on his face.

"Madam, Yadriel has escaped from Sunshine Mountain. Hansen has brought Sara and Jenna back," the man said as soon as he entered.

Lilian's whole body relaxed.

"How are they?" She continued to ask.

The man wanted to say something but stopped on second thought.

"What is it? Tell me." Lilian's heart started to beat faster and she immediately asked.

"Madam, Hansen took them to the hospital." The man had to tell her what he saw. When he arrived at Sunshine Mountain, the battle was over, and he didn't see Sara. Therefore, he didn't know what was going on. However, he knew that the police car was heading to the hospital.

Lilian's face turned pale, and the ominous portent suddenly came back.

"Bring me to the hospital right now," She didn't have time to wait for Quina to come back, and immediately ordered the man.

"Yes, madam." The man nodded and brought her to the hospital.

Hansen rushed to the hospital. As soon as he ran towards the entrance, he called Dr. Wooley, an expert who had been treating Sara.

The few of them lifted the wheelchair gently. Sara was in a coma in the wheelchair.

When Dr. Wooley saw this, he didn't dare to act careless. He immediately ordered a nurse to send Sara to the operating theater and began all kinds of detailed examinations.

Outside the operating theater, Jenna's lips were dry, and there were fine blood streaks on them. She stood still at the door, and her body was stiff.

She didn't know what would happen to her mother. She just knew that she couldn't lose her mother. Her mother had been dragged into this because of her. How could she feel at ease if her mother was hurt?

Hansen was standing at the entrance of the operating theater, not moving at all. He looked at Jenna's haggard expression and felt anxious in his heart.

"Mr. Richards, we need to take the bullet out from your arm immediately. We can't afford to waste any more time. Otherwise, there will be side effects." Paul walked up to Hansen and reminded softly.

His words stirred both of them. Jenna raised her head in shock. Hansen's arm, which was wrapped tightly with cloth strips, was dripping with blood. His face was unusually pale and haggard, and his eyes were full of blood streaks. Her heart tightened and she went up to support him. She said anxiously to Paul, "Bring the doctor over."

Paul turned around and left.

The figures in front of Hansen became blurry. He stood up with great strain.

Paul was very anxious and shifted his focus to Jenna.

Jenna understood the importance of the matter. She pursed her lips and took a step forward, pulling Hansen's arm. Her voice was not loud, but very determined. "Hansen, listen to Blanch, do the operation. We have to take out the bullet in your arm. I'll take care of everything here. Don't worry, the surgery won't take long. If you are worried about the mansion, then well go after the operation. Dad and General Delia are at the mansion. They know how to handle it. It's just two more hours."

Hansen looked at her and tried to say something.

"Hansen, hurry. If you still want to give me a better future, then save your arm. Listen to me. Go for the operation." Jenna did not wait for him to reply and ordered, "I have to be selfish this time. I want to protect my husband's arm."

She directly said to Paul, "Paul, take him to the operating theater."

Paul nodded and dragged him away.

Hansen was too tired to fight back. He was pressed down on the bed by Paul. His entire body relaxed, and he slowly fell asleep.

In the course of the operation, except for a few muffled groans, he didn't wake up.

The hot sun scorched the ground in the afternoon, and the weather was very stuffy.

Jenna stood in the hallway. In a short while, she saw Hansen being wheeled into the operating theater. She didn't see his face. She only saw him sleeping as if he was in a coma.

For a time, her two relatives all went into the operating theater, leaving her alone outside. She was sad and lost.

Something bitter came out of her throat, and she felt very uncomfortable.

After Hansen left her alone, the corridor became utterly quiet. It was as if there were countless phantoms and snakes that were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws as they ran towards her. She stood there in a panic, with her hands touching her lower abdomen. Her heart was filled with fear and unease.

Suddenly, there was a warm sensation around her, which calmed her.

She slowly relaxed. She had been anxious the whole day. Once she did, she felt exhausted.

She put a hand on the wall to support the weight of her body. She didn't have time to think about where this feeling came from.