Chapter 1170
His emotions were very unstable. Lilian’s safety was still undetermined. As a father, he could only use such a way to vent out his dissatisfaction and sense of insecurity.
It was at this moment that the lights of the operating theater were turned off.
Jeremy got up and strolled to the doctor who was coming out. “Doctor, how’s my daughter doing? She’s bleeding heavily. Where is she injured? Will my daughter’s life be in danger?”
He kept bombarding the doctor with tons of questions, his eyes glistening with anxiety.
“The child’s back was grazed with metal scraps. She was bleeding a lot and in a rather critical phase. Fortunately, she was sent to the hospital just in time. For the time being, there’s no danger to her life.”
The doctor then let out a sigh.
“However, the child’s head has suffered from a serious concussion. We’ll have to wait till the child is awake before carrying out further examinations.”
Hearing the comment made Jeremy want to punch himself real hard.
He was blaming himself for stopping his footsteps earlier, or else, the little girl would not have been so absent-minded and stood there motionless.
If only he had run a bit faster and grabbed his kid away, then she would not have been involved in the explosion and got herself injured.
It was all his fault.
He was a failure as a father.
It was one thing he had never given his love to his kids, but he even got his kid into such danger.
Jeremy went to the VIP ward and stared at the doll-like face of the little girl who was unconscious. He hated himself.
He had been telling himself that since his time on this earth was limited, he should not acknowledge the little girl to prevent the kid from enduring further sufferings when he was gone.
However, he had forgotten that the little soul in there needed her father’s warmth and protection.
“Lillian, it’s my fault. When you’re awake, I’ll apologize to you.”
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