As instructed by the nurse on duty, Mia rushed to the CT room and asked Mrs. Cavendish and the butler Mr. Smith: “Mum! How is Jack doing?”
Swollen eyed from crying, Mrs. Cavendish held Mia’s hands: “He broke his leg and injured soft tissues. We are still waiting for the CT scan result of head trauma.”
With tears pooled in her eyes, Mia said: “Mum, don’t worry. These are small injuries that will heal soon. Jack will be fine.”
Mrs. Cavendish wiped her eyes: “What if something is wrong with his brain? He is the only male heir to inherit the family estate! So bad for Jack to run to the accident right after your dad’s business trip to Australia. What can I say to your dad?”
“What on earth happened to Jack?”
“On his way driving to buy the tickets of an exhibition, a tramp emerged from nowhere. He ran into the wall to shun the man.” Her tears started to fall again: “What a silly boy! We can totally afford the compensations. Jack’s life is much more previous!”
Holding back her tears, Mia comforted her mum: “Take it easy, Mummy. Jack is a good boy. God will show mercy to him.”
Mr. Smith said: “Yes, madam! Mr. Cavendish is a good man since he was young. God will bless him!”
Just then, the door of CT room opened. Jack was lying on bed, leg in a plaster cast, pale in face. People flocked in.
“Sir, how is my son doing?” Mrs. Cavendish asked the doctor in concern.
“The report will be prepared in half an hour. Please wait for the results in the rest room.” Doctors at private hospitals were always attentive.
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