I'm Sorry, But I Love You novel Chapter 91

Anderson’s face darkened.

“I’m so sorry to hear about the car accident happened to Cathy and her friend. And if it had not been for Torres, Cathy could have been injured worse. But why was Torres following behind Cathy’s car?”

Scott said in a seemingly innocent manner.

But in fact there was a strong current of malice.

The look in Anderson’s face hardened even more. The relationship between Catherine and Owen had always been a thorn in his side.

It had been a sharp thorn in his side for many years.

Now there was little hope that Owen would awake, and Catherine would never ever forget him. He didn’t get rid of the thorn. In the contrary, it got deeper in his flesh.

…

Catherine asked Antonio again about Owen’s condition.

But she didn’t get good news.

Antonio shook his head slightly, “Only a minority of vegetables could regain consciousness. Even if they finally wake up, their body would suffer irreversible damage.”

“You’d better prepare yourself for it.”

The panic and sadness flooded Catherine again. She struggled to restrain herself to avoid falling sick.

She took a few deep breath, trying to calm down and keep her sense.

Antonio noticed her problem and gave her pills and a glass of warm water, “They were left by Owen not long ago.”

Catherine swallowed the pills with teary eyes, “I want to keep Owen company and talk to him.”

Antonio expressed his disagreement, “You’d better not. The Torres family are in his ward. I don’t think it’s a good time.”

“Owen was injured because of me, so it’s reasonable for his parents to be mad at me.”

“I know you have a sense of guilt, but your appearance would irritate them.”

Catherine stopped with hesitation, pondering for a while, and then said in a low voice, “But anyway I have to apologize.”

Antonio watched her leaving, raised a thin smile and then followed her.

“Why are you following me?” Catherine asked in confusion.

“If you get beat up, I could be there helping dress your wounds.”

In Owen’s ward, Aubrey was looking at Owen lying in the bed and her face was drowned in tears. Harrison Torres’s hair was getting almost all white in a few days.

Catherine felt sad and guilt at the sight of them.

Aubrey saw her and stood up in irritation, “What are you doing here? Get out. You are not welcomed here.”

“You train wreck! Get out!”

Aubrey pointed at Catherine and screamed hysterically.

Harrison came toward Catherine, looking at her with red eyes, and said with deep sorrow, “Catherine, please go.”

Catherine couldn’t help but burst into tears.

She knelt down all of a sudden.

“Mrs. and Mr. Torres, I am sorry, sorry!”

In one’s life, nothing’s sadder than watching his/her child lying in the bed unconsciously and dying.

Catherine took the last look at the bed.

Owen was lying there quietly. Regardless of the respirator, he seemed as if he was sound asleep.

Catherine staggered out the ward and then squatted at a corner, hiding her head in her knees.

Antonio stood beside and looked at her. She didn’t cry out loud, but Antonio could figure out she was in great pain from her back spasm, as if her heart was grasped by someone.

Antonio bent over to carry her and said in a low voice, “You can’t act like this. You’re hurting yourself.”

Catherine forced a faint smile, “I don’t care.”

I care.

Antonio said in his mind but shook his head immediately to deny it. He couldn’t fall for her.

Antonio insisted on sedating her, so Catherine fell asleep soon. She was not sound asleep as she was dreaming. In her dream, she saw a rushing coach and a Bentley crushed between two cars.

And Owen with blood bleeding from his head.

At the end, she woke up with a start and then stared at the white ward while gasping loudly.

“Mommy, don’t be sad. Uncle Owen will awake.” Lincoln held Catherine’s hands and said in a worried voice.

Catherine caressed his head, “Why don’t you go to bed?”

“I’m worrying about you.” Lincoln lay in Catherine’s arms, “Mommy, we have to move on. If the car accident was premeditation, we should find the murder.”

“Does it have anything to do with Mr. Clark?” Lincoln let his head hang low in a sudden.