Mr. Right, Spoil Me novel Chapter 58

"Dad, I came to see you."

The walls around were so clean and white without any trace of life. The lifeless medical instruments were operating in order. Liquid medicine was flowing down the transparent plastic tube and injected into the patient's vein. Only in this way could the person on the bed be safe and sound.

"Dad, last time, didn't I tell you that I was married? Today, I will take my husband to see you."

Andrew was standing aside, watching Sarah talking to an unresponsive person and frowning.

His dark brow furrowed.

"Andrew, don't you say you want to visit him?"

Sarah moved a little, pulled Andrew over, and stood in front of the unconscious person.

"Dad, this is the man I married, Andrew. What do you think of him? Can you have a look? Open your eyes to see him, please..."

Sarah was holding Andrew's hand. He could feel that she was strengthening her grasp. Her hands were shaking.

"Dad, can you open your eyes to have a look? Please, open your eyes, dad. Open your eyes..."

Seeing that Sarah was going to lose control, Andrew immediately stopped her and pulled out his hand. His hand turned red because of her grip, but he couldn't care less about it and then held her into his arms tightly.

"Calm down, Sarah. Look at him. You have to understand that he can't talk right now."

Andrew's tone was very gentle. He was trying to bring her into this gentleness. However, the breakdown was so fast that Sarah couldn’t help it anymore. She was yelling and hitting, “That bastard did this to us! It’s all my fault! Why should I save him, why should I bring him into our family? He should have been beaten to death at the beginning! I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted! Why did this happen to us?! Why?!

Dad, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't lie here! It's all my fault! I'm sorry, dad. I'm so sorry..."

Sarah hit herself in frustration, hoping that she could be the one lying in bed. If she had suffered from a cerebral hemorrhage and lay in this cold hospital bed, she wouldn't have had to deal with all these miserable matters. She didn't have to see anyone that would make her upset.

But why should innocent people suffer all these?!

"Calm down, Sarah! Stop! The wound of your feet hasn't healed yet. You're going to hurt yourself."

Andrew became serious, embracing her tightly and trying to stop her. Sarah was yelling as struggling, "Dad, he found me, Matthew Scott! He wants to take me away. I don’t want it. I don’t want to stay with him in my life. I hate him, I hate him so much. Why is he still alive? He has everything now. Why can't he let me go?"

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Shaking the man on the bed violently, Sarah's tears rolled down and fell on Andrew's fingertips.

"Calm down! Sarah, I'm here. He won't dare to lay a finger on you."

Andrew picked her up and dared not let her get closer to the bed. The quilt had been messed up by Sarah. They couldn't afford it if anything happened to Sarah's father again.

"Let go of me. I want to wake up my dad. I want to let him know that I regret it. I regret saving Matthew that year. I shouldn't keep him by my side. I set a fox to keep the geese. Oh God! What have I done?!"

Andrew knew how regretful she was now. Even her voice trembled. It was clear that she was ashamed of her tenderness at that time.

Because of this, she destroyed everything she cherished in a way.

But sometimes, it was fate. You couldn't go back to the past and change everything.