Stuck in you novel Chapter 473

With a faint smile, Rachel continued, "This is the seal Eric carved for me when he went on a trip."

When Rachel recalled the past, the smile on her face became bigger. She gently rubbed it and continued, "I used to think that he was too old-fashioned. But I didn't expect that it was the only thing I could find that had a connection with him."

"It's okay. There will be more and more connection in the future." Jack let her lean her head on his shoulder and whispered, "There are more than ten hours left. You can have a rest first."

Although she was not sleepy at all, Rachel knew that if she shook her head, it would definitely make Jack more worried.

His face was full of tiredness and deep sadness. Rachel knew that it was all because of herself.

Rachel couldn't imagine what would happen to her if he wasn't with her. She didn't know what to do.

In the hospital, Eric was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with no expression on his face.

The psychologist sat aside and said something slowly, but he did not have any reaction. In this way, a sense of frustration involuntarily slipped onto the psychologist's face.

He took a look and shook his head slightly. When he was about to stand up, he saw a pregnant woman push the door open and come in. He was about to ask if she had gone to the wrong place. Before he could ask, he saw Jack following her.

Looking at Eric's pale face, Rachel covered her mouth and tried her best to hold back her tears. "Eric, are you okay?"

However, her words were spoken to the air, without any answer.

Jack took a chair from the bedside, put it on the bedside, pressed Rachel's shoulder and let her sit down. He whispered in her ear, "Rachel, you stay in the ward and talk with Eric. We'll go out first."

He knew that if the two of them also stayed in the ward, it would be difficult for Rachel to say a lot of words.

Rachel gave him a look of gratitude. "Thank you, Jack."

He smiled and touched her forehead gently. "Don't be silly."

After closing the door again, there were only the two of them left in the big ward, and it became quiet in an instant. Eric's hand was tightly held by Rachel, without any reaction or temperature, which made her feel more painful.

In the past, as long as she held Eric's hand, he would shake it off immediately and exaggeratedly shouted, "Rachel, you are so disgusting. We are old enough, but you still hold my hand."

At that time, Rachel always looked at him with disgust and said, "Can you control your voice? You are too noisy."

But now, he was lying on the bed and didn't even move his eyes. Rachel couldn't help but recall the past. She held back her tears and sobbed, "Eric, I'm holding your hand now. Why don't you shout? Why don't you say that I'm too disgusting?"

But what responded to her was only silence.

Rachel wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, pressed her lips and calmed herself down. Then she stood up, pointed at Eric's face and shouted, "Eric, this has nothing to do with you. But now you are lying on the bed and can't recover. Do you think your mom can rest assured? Don't you think you are sorry to your mother?"

Hearing this, Eric frowned slightly.

Rachel knew that it was not that he had no emotions, but that he tried his best to suppress the sadness in his heart.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again. There was a trace of cruelty in her eyes. "Eric, if you don't want your mother to leave safely, you can lie here and don't move. At that time, I won't help you deal with anything about the funeral. Just let her be. Even if someone asks me, I have a clear conscience. After all, her own son is lying here motionless and doesn't deal with it at all. Then why should I help?"

What was worse, Rachel couldn't think of it for a while. Even if it appeared in her mind, she couldn't speak it out at once.

Looking down at Eric, she let out a long sigh. Suddenly, she felt powerless and said in a low voice, "If you still behave like this, I have to leave."

At the moment she turned around, a burst of crying came out of the bed. At first, he gritted his teeth and tried hard to hold back the crying, but later, his crying gradually increased and roared, "Rachel, it's all my fault. It's all my fault. I killed my mother. If I could have caught her at that time, such a thing would not have happened, it would definitely not have happened."