My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 1022

Chapter 1022: Good or Bad
"Miss, Phoebe was dying. She must be sent to pump the stomach immediately, or she will die here."
The maid reported anxiously.
The woman at the other end of the phone seemed to be silent for a long time.
Lying on the ice-cold floor, Phoebe felt her body getting colder and colder. The feel of pain was getting stronger and stronger, as if she was going to be torn to pieces.
She was about to lose consciousness, but she bit the tip of her tongue to keep herself awake.
She was betting.
She was betting that Braylee would not let her die so easy but send her to the hospital.
As long as she left here, she would have a chance to contact Stanford.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, the maid hung up the phone.
Finally, she heaved a sigh of relief.
She hurried over and said to another maid,
"Miss promised to send her to the hospital. Hurry up, let's carry her down."
In a daze, Phoebe was carried into a van with two maids holding her between them.
There were two tall men in black sitting next to them, in addition with two men, one was the driver and the other sitting on the passenger side.
Braylee protected her so "well' that she sent six people with her to the hospital.
Phoebe was sent into the operating room through the private channel.
Nobody was seen in the way.
After entering the operating room, Phoebe saw that the maid informed the doctor before let her in.
She was sent directly to the operating table and was about to start the operation.
However, just as the tube was put into her mouth, Phoebe suddenly pushed it away.
She grabbed the attending doctor's hand in a panic and said vaguely,
"Help, help me. | was kidnapped. Help me."
The doctors and assistants looked at Phoebe in surprise, stunned and shocked.
Only then did they notice the crisscrossed scars on Phoebe's face and the bloody wounds on her back.
She looked really miserable.
They couldn't bear it, but when they thought of the order they had received in advance, they all kept silence.
Phoebe was extremely flustered.
She couldn't find a chance to escape from the care of her along the way. There was no one from Braylee in the operating room. It was the only chance she wanted.
She sobbed with tears.
"Doctor, please, please help me. They kidnapped me, disfigured me, and treated the wounds on my back and then tore it open, again and again. They have been torturing me.
I will die sooner or later in this way.
"It's said that all the doctors are kind. Please help me, help me.”
The doctor frowned slightly. "But we have no choice. The young lady asked us to keep this operation a secret, or we will be in danger.
Besides, even if we want to help you, there are people guarding outside. You can't escape.”
They were doctors. A scalpel could save a person's life, but it couldn't fight.
Phoebe had already thought of all kinds of possibilities. Enduring the pain, she hurriedly said,
"Call the police. Call the police now. The police will come and save me."
The doctor shook his head. “They have already arranged for people outside. They will know when the doctor gets close to the hospital. You will be taken away immediately.
Moreover, if we do this, we will be in danger. I have to be responsible for the people in the hospital.”
In times of crisis, everyone would not care about others but himself, let alone a stranger.
Phoebe understood, but she couldn't help but feel sad.
She gritted her teeth. "I won't make things difficult for you. Can you help me make a phone call later? Just make a phone call.
She looked at the doctor pleadingly. This was her last resort.
The doctor hesitated and nodded. "Okay, write me the number."
“Thank you, thank you."
Phoebe was so excited that she quickly took the paper money and wrote down Stanford's phone number on it.
She said quickly, "His name is Stanford. You just need to tell him that Phoebe is on the coast of Wales, in the lighthouse he came and ask him to save me."
"Okay."
The doctor put the note into his pocket and said, "You have to get your stomach pumped. If you delay any longer, you will suffer incurable injuries.”
Phoebe was finally relieved. With the hope of survival, she immediately cooperated with the doctor's work.
After pumping her stomach, Phoebe lay on the mobile hospital bed and was pushed out of the operating room.
She kept awake and felt much better. Even the wound on her back had been completely treated for the first time.
However, as soon as she walked out of the operating room, she saw Braylee who disguised herself as the maid.
Braylee was now wanted by the Fraser family. She had to disguise as long as she appeared in public.
Ordinary and common enough that people would not notice her at all in the crowd.
The arrival of Braylee rose the hatred and nervousness of Phoebe. Her fingers were quietly clenched into fists under the quilt.
But she kept a poke face.
To be more precise, no expressions could be seen under so many ugly scars on her face.
Braylee walked to the bedside of Phoebe and looked down at her with disgust and sarcasm.
“Committed suicide by consuming medicine? Phoebe, can't you hold on any longer?"
Phoebe gritted her teeth and ignored her.
Braylee smiled mockingly. "However, compared to drinking disinfectant which will lead to a miserable and painful death with the risk of being rescued, it's better to jump off the building directly.”
Phoebe's heart suddenly sank and she was uneasy.
Braylee pinched Phoebe's chin with her fingers so hard that the sharp nails seemed to sink into her flesh.
“Or do you think you can find a chance to escape by leaving the lighthouse?"
Phoebe trembled with panic.
"Did Braylee guess something?"
"Miss, this is the number she gave me. She wants me to call someone.”
The attending doctor came forward and handed the number written by to Braylee.
He continued said expressionlessly, “According to your order, we didn’t help her at all. Please rest assured."
Phoebe looked at the doctor in shock. She felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
She had never expected that the helper she had put in so much effort to ask for would betray her so easily.
In fact, the doctor who promised her in the operating room had never really thought about helping her.
They had long been bribed by Braylee.
Yes, she was too stupid.
She should have thought of it earlier!
Braylee would never give her a chance to escape. Even if she was allowed to enter the hospital, she was sent through a quiet private channel, and all the doctors Braylee arranged would take orders from her. How was that possible? How could they help her?
Phoebe looked desperate, as if there was a big stone in her chest which would suffocate her to death