Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart novel Chapter 1118

Faced with Anya's question, Emelia didn't want her to think nonsense, thereby telling the truth, "His wound was ripped open, and he is now in ICU again."

"What happened?" Anya felt the pain of her cut due to the caesarean section as soon as she got excited.

"Don't worry," Emelia quickly helped Anya onto the bed, "I will tell you the details."

After Anya was settled down, Emelia then drew a chair and sat down beside the bed, saying to Anya in a gentle voice, "I hear from Julian that Phil just hurt himself because he felt guilty to get you and your child into trouble. Ezra and Arthur almost failed to hold him down, thus his wound ripped again."

After hearing that, Anya could totally imagine what Phil was like.

Her eyes were red-rimmed instantly. No one knew it was because of anger or feeling sorry for Phil's act of self-harm.

"He only knows how to hurt himself and torture me," murmured Anya who then shed tears.

Although Emelia was worried that it might hurt Anya's eyes, she understood Anya needed to cry at such a moment. Hence, she said nothing but handed her some tissue.

"Julian said that as they asked the doctor about Phil's wound, the doctor told them Phil wouldn't die in a snappish tone. That is all thanks to his good constitution. If it is anyone else, that will be a disaster," Emelia comforted Anya with such words.

Seeing that Anya no long wept, Emelia added, "They also said they couldn't stop Phil when he got mad. And now, you need to recover as soon as possible and then persuade him."

These words encouraged Anya a lot. That was right. She needed to recover as soon as possible. Although she had Caesarean sections, her cut was nothing compared to Phil's bullet wound.

She must hurry to get better, for the sake of Phil and her daughter.

Thinking of this, she said to Emelia, with a determined look, "I want some chicken soup. I need to get better in a hurry."

She lost her appetite all the time before, or to be more exact, she wasn't in the mood to eat anything.

How would she enjoy the food while her daughter had to stay in the incubator for two months and Phil got a gunshot wound? She had hardly thought about her poor daughter and Phil lying in the ICU with a pale look when she closed her eyes. Then the scenes of the shooting on that day came into her mind.

Emelia and Maisie were both good at cooking and had postnatal experience. They renewed the recipe and cook nutritious food for Anya every day, but she couldn't eat after a few bites.

She was very moved by what they had done, but she wasn't in the mood. Fortunately, they understood her and only persuaded her to eat more every time until she couldn't stomach anything indeed.

Hearing her words, Emelia promptly opened the thermal box and gave her a bowl of soup, "That's right. He will only feel a bit relieved if you get well, then he can receive doctors' treatment obediently."

Anya nodded, drinking up the soup and eating something else.

Seeing that Anya had eaten her fill and felt much better, Emelia took out her phone and said, "A nurse sent me a video of your girl in the incubator. Have a look."

"She's cute." Emelia handed her phone to Anya.