My Sweetheart novel Chapter 375

An hour later, at the hospital, Billy stood outside the emergency room, his fingers clutching a cigarette and his gaze full of good humor. Jennifer came over not too much later, but was flustered compared to his calm. “How could she get in an accident,” she murmured to herself, her gaze finally falling on Billy.

His expression revealed his helplessness. “Mom, don’t look at me like that, if it were really me, do you think I could still stand here?” he asked.

But she didn’t believe him. Standing before him, with eyes full of disappointment, she said, “If I find out this has something to do with you, Billy, don’t blame me when I get harsh.”

He smiled coldly. “You’ve always been harsh. So you admit you think it’s my fault Kathy got in the car accident, is that it?” With that, he tossed away the cigarette.

In that cold, empty hallway, Jennifer kept her back straight, her gaze never leaving the blinking red light. The next morning, when Kathy was finally wheeled out of the emergency room, she rushed to the doctor to ask, “How… How is my daughter?”

“The patient suffered a traumatic head injury, we just performed surgery, but she’s not out of danger yet,” the doctor replied gravely. Kathy’s situation was not optimistic. Hearing this, Jennifer could barely stand. Tears slipped down her face.

At that moment, at Joseph Bay, the guard had already been there quite a while. When Joseph exited, he hurried over. “Sir, Miss Kathy was in a car accident.”

Hearing this, Joseph’s face froze. Grabbing the guard by the shirt, he demanded, “How could that possibly happen!”

“I… the culprit’s already been apprehended, it was an accident.”

Joseph smiled coldly, obviously unbelieving. The guard didn’t dare speak—Joseph’s expression was frightening.

Thirty minutes later, Joseph personally drove himself to the hospital. Kathy was in the critical care unit, her mother standing over her. Seeing Joseph, Jennifer sniffed hard, unable to keep from crying.

“Ma’am, let me take over,” said Joseph, his tone commanding.

She looked at him, before saying finally, “She’s my daughter, I’ll take care of her.”

“There’s no need. She’s with me.”

She glared. “Don’t forget, you’re already divorced!”

“So what?” he asked icily. That said, he turned to look at Kathy’s chart, then at her pale face. By that point, she should have woken—and she was meant for a checkup.

A nurse and doctor came over, and Jennifer followed anxiously as they wheeled Kathy to an examination room. Joseph donned his white lab coat, and the nurse blocked Jennifer’s way. “I’m sorry, family members must wait outside.”

So there Jennifer had to linger for three hours. When she went to inquire after Kathy’s status, she discovered she had already been transferred to another hospital.

Just then, at City N Hospital, Kathy woke in a section newly constructed via investment by the Joseph Group. It was extremely private, and the staff was the best in the country. She had no strength whatsoever, and her head ached terribly. It hurt so bad. She was so dizzy. Opening her eyes, her vision clearing, she found a man mere inches away.

How could he be here? Where… was she? Joseph, standing by her bedside, saw her wake, and gripped her hand tightly—so tightly she gasped. “I…” She remembered then. She’d been in an accident? She’d just gotten into a taxi, and when making a turn, a crazy driver had rammed them from behind. After that, she recalled nothing. So this was a hospital? But it was so fancy… it seemed more like a hotel.

“Does your head hurt badly?” asked Joseph, bending at the waist, his gaze full of concern. Very carefully, he rubbed her temples. Gradually Kathy felt much better.