My Sweetheart novel Chapter 549

The red light on the door of the operating room was on.

Zofia was in tears snuggling up to her brother, groggy.

Being said, she still peered at the operating room.

Three hours later, the red light went out.

A different doctor came out. Zofia scooted over and gripped his hand. "Doctor..., how is my mother?"

The doctor pursed his lips and said nothing.

After a long while, Joseph walked out and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry."

Zofia's eyes widened. Teetering, she fainted in Bertie's arms.

Bertie looked much calmer than her, but pain crept up on his eyes.

"My mother...."

"You can see her one last time," Joseph said heavily and took off his mask.

The next second, Bertie grasped Joseph's shirt, and the two tall men locked eyes with each other.

The other doctor said calmly, "Sir, please take a grip on yourself."

Bertie squinted and clenched his fists. After a while, he let go of Joseph.

Joseph said in a grave tone, "I'm sorry for your loss."

Bertie asked his assistant to drive Zofia home and went into the ward.

Mrs. Marshall's eyes were closed, and her lips frequently parted. She was having trouble speaking.

Bertie stood at her bedside, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Shuddering, he bent down and said in a tone peppered with sorrow, "Mom...."

Zofia woke up two hours later in another ward with empty eyes.

A nurse came to pull out the needle for her. She asked in panic, "Where's my mother...?"

The nurse did not know the specifics and could not answer.

Zofia staggered out of bed, but the nurse quickly stopped her. "Miss Marshall, you need more fluids."

"No, I don't!"

She came to the corridor but did not know what floor this was, so she ran to the elevator. When its door opened, Joseph, who was wearing a white coat, walked out.

She threw herself at him and pleaded, "Joseph, my mother.... Take me to my mother!"

She sounded devastated, gripping his cuff and looking at him expectantly.

Her mother was going to be fine.

Nothing bad would happen to her.

He frowned and slowly nodded.

However, he took her to the morgue instead.

Her face turned pale as she gawped at Joseph, shaking her head hard and muttering, "No..., Joseph, take me to my mother. My mother is not here...."

Not far away, Bertie was smoking. He put out the cigarette and came over to hug Zofia.

"Mom left in peace. She told me everything she wanted to say."

"Bertie, I don't believe you.... You're all lying to me, aren't you?" Zofia's voice was heart-wrenching.

Even though she had known there was a 50% chance her mother wouldn't make it, she had trusted Joseph to save her.

But reality was so painful.

"Bertie, quickly take me to Mother, please...." She tugged her brother reluctantly.

Bertie pursed his thin lips and held her in his arms, whispering, "Zofia, I promise to look after you."

She sobbed louder. Bertie hooked his arms around her shoulders and left, throwing a meaningful look at Joseph.

In the evening, a Black Cayenne entered University F.

Joseph's car was parked under the girls' dormitory. Turning off the car, he looked up.

Kathy's room was on the fifth floor, and he could see the light on the right side of the balcony.