Chapter 295: Chapter 295

Shawn Rhodes frowned, walked to the roadside and looked into the distance. Amidst the night and rain, he could still faintly see the flashing red and blue lights of the ambulance, the sirens gradually fading away as the vehicle disappeared around the corner.

Shawn Rhodes turned back to the room and immediately changed his clothes.

"Where are you going so late?"

"I might have overdone it just now. She went to the hospital. I’m going to check on her."

Rowan Alder immediately sat up from the bed: "Are you that worried about her?"

Shawn’s hand paused as he put on his coat, then said: "Don’t overthink it. I’m just afraid the matter will reach Mom and Dad. I’m going to see what’s going on."

"But you know I’m scared of thunder. Don’t leave me alone."

"Be good. Don’t turn off the lights. Put on some music. I’ll be back soon."

This time, she couldn’t stop Shawn Rhodes.

Shawn simply dropped a light kiss on her forehead, grabbed the car keys, and hurried out the door.

Bitterness boiled inside Rowan as she further resented Skylar Vance, angrily throwing the water cup on the bedside to the ground, sitting dazed at the edge of the bed, her gaze turning increasingly sinister...

Susan Wilde had already fainted in the ambulance; the rain had soaked her hair, mixing with traces of blood and staining her white dress, making her appear somewhat disheveled.

Shawn Rhodes accelerated all the way to catch up with the ambulance, arriving at the hospital almost simultaneously.

Seeing Susan Wilde being taken off the ambulance on a stretcher, he rushed over, following the medical staff as he ran forward, asking, "Doctor, how is she?"

Shawn paused before saying, "I’m her husband."

"She has a head injury, which can be minor or serious. We’ll have to wait for tests to know if it’s severe. Please wait in the family area."

Watching her being pushed into the operating room, Shawn was stopped outside the door, still haunted by her pale lifeless face, as if she were already dead.

He took a deep breath, sat in the family area, buried his face in his hands, recalling when she had gotten hurt.

It must have been when he pushed her; he knew she hit the table but hadn’t expected it to be so severe.

His tendency to act impulsively when angry should really be tackled now.

But back then, he was really furious and wanted to strangle her.

Around two in the morning, she was finally pushed out of the operating room, still unconscious, her forehead wrapped in white gauze, looking very haggard.

"Doctor, how is she now?"

"Fortunately, it’s just a surface wound, without major complications. It’s best she stay here for two days for observation, to see if she wakes up without any anomalies."

Shawn nodded, unable to resist the doctor’s extra remark: "Take good care of your wife. It was raining so heavily, and she was all alone when we fetched her."

Shawn appeared to humbly accept the lesson, nodding again, recalling the situation, feeling somewhat remorseful toward her.

It seemed he demanded an apology to Rowan not necessarily because of that, but his anger and dissatisfaction were merely about her defiance toward him.

Thinking back now, he should have perhaps calmly talked it over with her, rather than resorting to violence.

Confirming she was alright, Shawn finally relaxed. Planning to call Rowan, he realized he had rushed out without his phone.

He borrowed a phone from the nurse’s station, input the familiar number, got through, only to be immediately hung up.

He frowned at the disconnected call, helplessly sighed.

Standing in the smoking area, he smoked a cigarette, asked a nurse to watch Susan, and dared to return home.

Rushed upstairs, pushed open the bedroom door, finding it dark, there were faint sounds of a woman sobbing.

He quickly turned on the lights, walked to the bed, pulled back the covers, seeing Rowan crying bitterly, his heart ached instantly.

He sat at the bedside, lovingly holding her, wiping her tears while comforting her: "Keep crying and your eyes will get swollen, not pretty anymore."

Rowan pushed him away, sobbing: "Why don’t you stay with her? What’s the point of coming back?"

"Don’t be mad, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have left you alone."

"I feel you don’t like me as much as before. You’ve given your affection for me to her."

"Nonsense, rest assured. I’ll be divorcing her soon. Get ready to be Mrs. Rhodes anytime."

"Maybe I’ll just leave, let you two have a good life together."

"Don’t talk nonsense anymore, don’t say such things again." Shawn pulled out a tissue, carefully wiping her face, "Cried all night?"

Rowan said nothing, Shawn thinking she cried the whole night, felt even more heartache.

In the morning, Shawn couldn’t bear to leave Rowan to visit Susan at the hospital, calling the hospital to confirm she was awake and should be fine.

Paying her hospital fees already seemed enough to him.

When Susan Wilde awoke, the room was empty, she opened her mouth, lips dry and painful at the slight movement.

Raised a hand to touch her head, still feeling pain.

She took a deep breath and lay still in bed.

When the nurse arrived, she found her awake.

The attending physician came for a check-up, suddenly asked: "Where’s your husband? Just you alone?"

Susan paused, responded with a question: "When can I be discharged?"

"Currently, it’s advised you stay for observation for two days."

Susan thought it over, nodded accordingly, watched as the doctor was about to leave with a nurse, could not help but ask: "Can you help me get something to eat?"

The nurse turned back, somewhat surprised for two seconds before saying: "The hospital has breakfast, I’ll bring it to you later."

While busy with other things, one doesn’t feel lonely, but particularly during illness or hospitalization, loneliness and helplessness intensify.

People who could care for her, she didn’t want to worry them; those who should care for her, she didn’t expect them to come.

If they came, perhaps it’d worsen her condition.

Hungry and anxious, wanting water, but after the rounds, no nurse came.

She tried to get up but her hand was connected to an IV line.

Hearing movement at the door, guessing breakfast was being delivered, she quickly looked toward the entrance.

Indeed, breakfast was delivered, but it wasn’t the hospital nurse.

"Feeling better?" Simon Rhodes saw her awake, and asked.

Susan Wilde looked at him, somewhat puzzled: "How come you’re here? How did you know I was hospitalized?"

Simon merely replied casually: "I have a friend at the hospital, happened to know, so came to check on you. Haven’t had breakfast, right? Brought some porridge, it’s quite mild."

Susan was indeed hungry, didn’t bother who brought it. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel_fіre.net