Joseph's tall figure approached. His menacing aura was dominating.
He pinched Zofia's wrist so hard that it was about to be broken.
"Joseph..." Zofia couldn't help but shed tears from the pain.
Joseph didn't even look at her. He stared at Kathy with his intense eyes.
Then he pushed Zofia away fiercely and stood in front of Kathy. The way she looked at him was very
indifferent.
"Kathy." He called her.
Kathy came back to her senses and was at a loss for a moment.
Facing Joseph, she realized that she actually cared about what Zofia had just said.
Zofia drugged him, but now he seemed quite normal.
Could it be ... that the effects of the drug have been negated?
Did Zofia help him with that?
When she thought of this, her face couldn't help turning pale.
"What are you thinking?" Joseph frowned as he raised his palm to stroke her little face.
John told him just now that Kathy had already come to the hotel but for some reason left.
Joseph's eyes narrowed as he glanced at Zofia.
Her eyes turned red when she looked at them. She was completely disappointed at his indifference.
The next second, she turned around somewhat awkwardly, hating to look at the two who were deeply
affectionate to each other.
Kathy shook her head and raised her eyes. She wanted to smile, but why did she had a sudden urge to
cry?
As her tears rolled uncontrollably, she heard a sharp braking sound. They turned at the same time, only
to see what had happened to Zofia...
Blood was all over her body...
Kathy widened her eyes and immediately ran over. Though the driver had already braked sharply, Zofia
was still badly injured.
He staggered out of the car and said anxiously, "This is not my fault ... This crazy woman suddenly ran
out..."
Zofia had already passed out, with her entire body covered in blood. Kathy immediately called an
ambulance and then called the police. She leaned against Joseph as he held tightly her trembling little
hand in the palm of his big hand.
"How could this happen..."
At this moment, Kathy could only steady herself by leaning against Joseph.
The man beside her had a gloomy expression, with his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
"Don't look." Joseph raised his big palm to block her view.
Even though her eyes were covered, the scene of Zofia covered in blood had been engraved in her
mind.
In the hospital.
Kathy sat on the chair in the corridor, her body feeling quite cold. Bertie came over as Zofia was in the
emergency room.
Seeing Joseph, Bertie rushed over and fiercely grabbed his collar. He was about to throw a punch at
Joseph when the latter quickly grabbed his wrist.
The two similarly tall men confronted each other face-to-face.
"Joseph, my sister never owes you anything!" A note of hysteria crept into Bertie's voice.
Joseph pursed his thin lips, with his handsome face unperturbed.
"This has nothing to do with me."
"If you hadn't left her, how could this have happened to her?"
"I have no obligation to care for her." Joseph's voice was quite cold.
He had already indulged Zofia enough.
A further step was not appropriate.
"You have promised my mother! You're responsible for Zofia!" Bertie's voice was also extremely cold.
These words caused Kathy to look up in shock. She knew that Mrs. Marshall had done Joseph a great
favor, but did he have to repay it by being with Zofia?
She felt colder all over her body.
She didn't want to give up her love like that.
Not at all.
"Responsible? Bertie, speak properly," Joseph said in a deep voice.
Mrs. Marshall did ask him to take good care of Zofia, but he would have definitely refused if she had
meant he must marry Zofia.
"If anything happens to my sister, I will never let you off!" Bertie was extremely angry at this moment.
Joseph pushed him away and was about to walk away with his long legs.
He passed Kathy as she was lost in thought.
He held her up as she looked at him blankly.
Her mind was in turmoil.
"I want to wait for Zofia to come out before leaving," she said.
She was still ... worried about Zofia.
Everything would be fine as long as Zofia was alright.
Joseph pursed his thin lips. A hint of anger appeared in his eyes.
"We go back." His voice was commanding.
Kathy bit her lips and shook her head stubbornly.
Joseph's face darkened and he left without looking back.
Kathy sat down and closed her eyes.
Outside the hospital, Joseph did not leave. He sat in the car.
He was worried about Kathy, who hadn't left yet.
He knew Kathy felt guilty, but what happened to Zofia had nothing to do with anyone.
He took a puff at the cigarette and leaned back in the seat, his expression gradually turning cold.
Two hours later, the red light of the emergency room went out.
Kathy raised her head in a daze, while Bertie had already gone over.
When the doctor came out, Kathy heard his regretful voice, "The patient is out of danger now, but she
shows no sign of awakening for the time being. Moreover, her leg has suffered a severe impact, and it
seemed unlikely to recover."
Bertie's face turned pale as he clenched his fists, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"What did you say? My sister..."
"This is only a preliminary assessment. The exact condition depends on the patient's constitution. I will
ask an orthopedic expert to confirm it tomorrow."
Soon Zofia was transferred to a ward.
Kathy stood up and intended to go in to see Zofia, only to be blocked by Bertie.
"You should go back." His voice was cold and detached.
Bertie had never talked to Kathy in such a tone. He had been always gentle with her.
Though he usually had an aura of coldness.
"I ... Please inform me if Zofia wakes up," Kathy whispered. She could understand Bertie's feeling.
"Don't shed crocodile tears. If you and Joseph hadn't provoked her, she wouldn't have been so
impulsive." Bertie had tried his best to restrain his emotions.
Yet he still exploded.
He clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hands protruding.
Kathy raised her head in a daze and became speechless.
She was indeed arguing with Zofia before the accident.
However, she hadn't expected such a consequence.
She bit her lips heavily and slowly turned around.
She walked out of the hospital, only to be caught by the piercing cold. She couldn't help trembling.
Until she sensed a familiar smell approach and found herself in a familiar embrace.
Looking up, she saw Joseph's handsome face.
She leaned against his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body.
"Joseph, am I wrong?" she murmured.
Joseph frowned and directly carried her into the car. "Kathy, this has nothing to do with you."
"But ... it's me..." Kathy raised her red eyes.
"No one expected that. Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. It's my fault," Joseph said in a deep
voice.
Kathy still shook her head.
If she hadn't quarreled with Zofia, this wouldn't have happened.
It was she that hadn't controlled her emotions.
When Joseph raised her head, Kathy pushed him away almost subconsciously.
She curled herself up, wishing to be left alone at this moment.
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