Mary’s recounting rekindled Kristina Kingston’s deep-seated hatred; she believed this girl was the real culprit!
"Why don’t you just die?!" Kristina Kingston’s gaze, sharp as a knife, swept across Mia Lane!
Fueled by anger, she delivered a slap with all her might onto Mia Lane’s pale face!
Having just undergone surgery and being weak, she was struck to the ground, the strong taste of blood filling her mouth, her cheek numb with pain.
"Madam!" Mary instinctively went to help but was stopped by Kristina Kingston, who grabbed her arm.
She even ruthlessly kicked Mia Lane in the body!
"Madam!" Mary forcefully pulled her away, "I beg you, please don’t do this!"
But this pain, this humiliation, was nothing compared to the pain in Mia Lane’s heart.
She was barefoot, her body cast on the ground, lifting tearful eyes to look at the emergency room.
Monica Usher had regained some clarity, coldly staring at her, then squatted down and yanked Mia Lane up, "Aren’t you Cora Yates?!" she shook her forcefully, "Aren’t you amazing?! Go in there and save him! What are you standing there for?!"
"Mia Lane! Justin Kingston is because of you!!"
"The doctor said he might become a vegetable! He might never wake up in this lifetime!! He might even die!!"
"Mia Lane!! Are you a demon?! You are a demon!!"
Monica Usher roared at her, venting her rage!
Mia Lane didn’t resist; she seemed like a puppet without thoughts from the moment she knew about his car accident.
Her clothes had two buttons torn off, revealing her alabaster skin, as white as snow, and her delicate shoulders.
Tears of anguish flowed as every sound around her became hazy and surreal.
"She just had surgery! Ms. Usher, stop shaking her!" Mary finally couldn’t take it anymore. She let go of Kristina Kingston and pulled Monica Usher away.
The zombie-like Monica Usher was tugged back a few steps.
Mary supported the faltering Mia Lane.
The pain in Mia Lane’s heart at that moment was no less than the pain in Monica Usher’s heart.
But she desperately suppressed the bitterness almost choking her throat, walking barefoot towards the emergency room, and no one dared to stop her.
Outside, Monica Usher’s heart was torn with pain, and she desperately didn’t want Mia Lane to see Justin Kingston!
Yet she hated that she wasn’t a doctor!
In the emergency room, Mia Lane stood barefoot behind the doctors.
Watching them work urgently, racing against time around the operating table.
From her angle, she could only see the two feet sticking out.
"No, this isn’t Justin... it’s not... it’s not..."
Just when Mia Lane lost all rationality and tried to push past the doctors to confirm the man’s identity, Ian Shelby spotted her and leaped over to stop her!
"Let me see him! Let go of me!" Mia Lane cried out, emotionally collapsed, "I don’t believe it’s him!! I don’t believe it!"
Ian Shelby held her back with force, guiding her out of the emergency room, "Don’t make trouble, calm down, it is him!"
"..." Mia Lane wouldn’t accept it, stood there numbly, looking at Ian Shelby with a stunned expression, "No, it’s not him! You’re wrong!"
"I’m not wrong." Ian Shelby hoped she could come to her senses, "It’s him, it’s Justin Kingston! He’s dying! Everyone is doing their best to save him, you need to leave!"
"..." She was blocked and led out by Ian Shelby, frowning tightly, her blurred vision reluctantly drawn to the operating table.
"Not good! The blood bank is out of blood! The bleeding hasn’t completely stopped; we need continuous transfusions!" Suddenly, a doctor exclaimed in panic, "Mr. Kingston has RH negative blood! What do we do?!" For original chapters go to novel·fıre·net
Mia Lane’s tear-filled eyes widened sharply, "Let me see him! I want to see him! I beg you!"