Margaret lowered her head, “Just three days ago… um, I heard that when the ambulance arrived, it was already too late, they had missed the best golden treatment period.”
Dwayne unbuttoned two buttons on his collar, looking increasingly gloomy. In the end, without saying a word, he got into the
car.
In the evening, Dorothy waited until Gianna fell asleep before returning to Tranquility Apartments to organize her clothes, planning to move back and stay for a while.
She entered the room, and the living room was brightly lit.
Dwayne sat at the bar smoking, with at least a dozen cigarette butts in the ashtray, far more than his usual amount.
In her impression, he didn’t smoke much, just occasionally. At this moment, even though he had opened the window, a hint of smoke could still be smelled in the living room.
He looked at Dorothy, crushed the last cigarette in his hand, his voice hoarse and low, “You’re back.”
Dorothy passed him expressionlessly, changed her shoes at the entrance, and didn’t answer.
She walked straight to the bedroom, took a suitcase, and sorted out her clothes.
Dwayne walked into the room and saw the scene. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed her arm, “Where are you going?”
Dorothy backhanded him across the left side of his face, landing two slaps.
When she wanted to continue, he grabbed her wrist and said, “Enough, Dorothy!”
“Not enough.” Dorothy stared at him, her eyes filled with anger, struggle, and the shackles of reason. The once fiery passion she had, now only resentment and hatred remained. “Dwayne, you’re just like Sonia, both of you deserve to die!”
Looking at the hatred in her eyes, Dwayne felt a lump of wet cotton rapidly rising and falling uncomfortably in his chest.
In those few minutes of stalemate, the grip on her wrist loosened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know the ambulance would be late,” he
said.
He, who has always been aloof, also bowed his head to apologize and explained.
But it was all too late.
Dorothy’s eyes turned crimson, a hint of saltiness rising in her throat, she laughed, “Chest pain, stroke patients take priority in rescue, don’t you know?”
“A child who fell from a height of two meters on the second floor couldn’t wait a few minutes for an ambulance. Do they have to compete with heart attack patients? Those few minutes were golden rescue time for my dad, and you just forcefully took it away!”
She couldn’t control her emotions and was shaking uncontrollably. At that moment, she could hardly breathe, felt dizzy, and
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seemed like she was about to faint.
Dwayne’s chest tightened, and he wrapped her in his arms, “Dorothy!”
“She resisted his touch, pushed him away, and gradually lost consciousness, falling to the ground.”
The last thing echoing in my ears was the urgent voice of a man.
At five in the morning at the end of July, the sky outside the window had already brightened.
Dorothy opened her eyes again, and what met her eyes was the IV drip hanging by the bedside.
The familiar decor in the room and the smell of hospital disinfectant also made her realize that she was in the private hospital of the Lambert family.
“You woke up.”
The man’s low, hoarse voice rang out.
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