Seven Years of Marriage with Jake novel Chapter 3

Chapter3

He put the call on speaker.

"Jake, where are you now? Your wife is in trouble and needs surgery, get back here immediately!"

I thought he would at least hesitate when he heard his superior's call.

But unexpectedly, Jake said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Larson? Did Jessica find you and go crazy again? Don't believe anything she says, she's a lunatic now! She fights with me at home every day, I'm a doctor, I can't just let people die because of her!"

"If I had been even a minute late today, the patient would have slit her wrists. She's still emotionally unstable!"

"Let Jessica go through with the delivery, and please explain it to her for me. If she really doesn't listen, forget it, believe it or not!"

Mr. Larson didn't expect Jake to have this attitude, gritting his teeth to prevent himself from exploding on the spot.

The veins on his forehead were bulging with anger.

But the next second, just as he was about to speak, Emily's weak voice came from the other end.

"Is that Mrs. Parker looking for you? Are you leaving? Then I'll be all alone again, right? Well, your child is about to be born, it's my fault that I haven't let go of you yet..."

Jake seemed to be afraid of me hearing it, and hung up the phone abruptly.

After a violent contraction, my vision went black, and I completely lost consciousness.

Mr. Larson hurriedly pushed me into the operating room.

In my coma, my thoughts seemed to drift back to my past life.

The first thing I did after the car accident in my last life was to call Jake for help.

He was on his way to find Emily at the time.

Hearing that I was in a car accident, he immediately turned around to save me.

He used all his strength to drag me out of the driver's seat.

Then he rushed into the emergency room with me, covered in blood.

He didn't relax until I was out of danger.

But the baby in my belly was stimulated and couldn't be delivered on time.

After he sent me home and rushed to find Emily, he only saw a cold body in the bathtub.

The wounds on her wrists were deep enough to see bone.

He said nothing and handled Emily's funeral alone.

When he appeared before me again, it was two days later.

He looked as if nothing had happened and calmly told me the news of Emily's death.

Meeting my guilty expression, he said he didn't blame me.