The man's strength of his hand suddenly increased, and she let out a soft cry between her lips and
teeth, like a weak little beast admitted defeat.
"Tell me, where did you go today?" With a heavy redness at the end of his eye, Richie looked down at
her, terrifying.
Consuela didn't think she had done anything wrong. She was about to explain but then an idea
occurred to her. "It's so boring here. I just go out for a walk."
She said it frankly and looked straight into his eyes without any scruple. She had thought about
thousands of kinds of his answers.
But she didn't expect that the man, who was full of confidence a second ago, suddenly loosened his
grip on her and fell backward.
It was like a picture showing in a cartoon, which was so lively that she felt her heart was lifted up.
She tried to hold him in panic, but failed.
Consuela didn't remember how she made a phone call to the hospital. When she came back to her
senses, she was already in the ambulance.
Neither Nancy nor Emily was in the villa. She wondered if Richie had given them a day off, so there
was no helper at the moment.
A doctor sat opposite them with an indifferent look on his face. After giving Richie a simple oxygen
inhalation, he left to watch.
She saw the man lying on the stretcher, pale faced, his eyelashes trembling. At this moment, he had
got rid of all his domineering demeanor, only fragile ones.
Consuela pursed her lips and didn't want to look at him anymore.
In her eyes, this man should not be like this.
Looking at the car approaching the gate of HR Hospital, Consuela let out a bitter smile. 'What a
coincidence! It's my second visit here today, ' she thought.
As soon as Richie was sent to the gate of the hospital, Cassie in the white coat arrived. She spent
extra hours on a nonstop operation. She looked exhausted.
"Take the patient upstairs and let Dr. King do it himself," Cassie ordered.
When Cassie turned her head to look at Consuela, a mixed feeling set in her heart. She shouldn't have
told Consuela about those things.
If it wasn’t for her talking, how could this arrogant man have been forced to come to the hospital for
treatment.
She sighed and followed the medical team, and took a look at Richie's face, which was almost as white
as the quilt.
Her heart sank slightly. She couldn't keep calm when an acquaintance died in front of her.
As Consuela chased after them, she sincerely apologized to the patients who had crashed into her.
They had come all the way here to seek help from the doctors.
Finally, she was stopped outside the emergency room. Looking at the red light which was very cold,
she felt very nervous.
She did not do anything wrong either to make him angry or to infuriate him, nor to mention to his face
the incident happened three years ago.
However, she felt guilty in her heart.
Perhaps it was because when she came back to the villa, she saw the man, though he didn't greet her
in a gentle and strong manner, however, when he saw her, his eyes suddenly flashed reassurance.
Maybe he was just waiting for her to go back to the villa and worrying about the baby in her belly.
Maybe...
Out of the operating room, Consuela sat down on the plastic armchair. Crossing her fingers, she began
to tremble slightly.
She was caught in a dilemma.
Should she hope that he could directly fall asleep without being treated unfairly anymore, or should she
hope he could wake up and face the sarcasm?
Looking up at the red light, she gradually calmed down.
A resigned smile cracked Consuela's lips. She couldn't make the decision for them.
After a long time, the light in the operating room was off. Cassie didn't even take off her surgical gown.
Her bright eyes looked gloomy.
She answered in a hoarse voice, her hand holding the lower part of her forehead. "Let's have a talk,
Consuela."
"Do you need some water? Are you tired?" Consuela looked at Cassie with a sincere expression in her
eyes.
Cassie signed in her mind. If Consuela didn't have a big mouth, she might really like her. But she knew
too much and said too much.
"No, thanks," she said coldly, took off her plastic gloves and threw them into the trash can. Then she
walked towards the foot of the stairs.
It was a few steps from the stairway to the elevator. Because of the high floor, not many people usually
passed by. It was usually the place for many people to talk about secret things.
Leaning against the snow-white wall, Cassie raised her head to look into Consuela's eyes. She asked,
"Did you say something that you shouldn't have said to him?"
Both of them knew clearly what she should not say.
After a short pause, she decided to deny, "No. I didn't tell him. He asked me where I was. I didn't
answer his question before he fainted."
Looking at the disbelief in the eyes of the person on the other side, she smiled with self mockery and
continued, "I don't have the habit of rubbing salt into other people's wounds."
Besides, she didn't dare to do that.
Consuela and Cassie had known each other for only a short time, so it was normal that they didn't trust
each other. But the dubious eyes were really annoying.
Cassie took back her suspicious eyes, exhaled a long breath and said, "I trust you once."
Otherwise, she couldn't do anything else.
"Let's go." She shook her clothes and returned to her usual smiley face.
The sudden change in Cassie's attitude confused Consuela. She was not so easy to be fooled around.
Cassie was walking ahead without knowing what was on Consuela's mind. Suddenly, she found that
Consuela didn't follow her. She turned back and asked, "What's wrong?"
Was she scared silly by her domineering manner?
"It doesn't matter." Consuela shook her head immediately.
She followed her and tried to recollect the man who had a morbid mentality. So she turned around and
asked the so-called authority, "Why did Richie suddenly pass out?"
Without any signs, he fell down suddenly, which made her doubt that there was a killer hidden in the
villa like those in the TV series.
He got a fatal blow when he was off guard. But he didn't find any tiny wound. So she had to give up.
Cassie ignored her question and changed the topic, "The effect of anesthesia should be fading away.
He should be awake if you go to him now."
"I called his family just now and told them. They would arrive soon."
Consuela nodded and followed after her. When she heard the doctor say that he was about to wake up,
she was distracted, not paying attention to her answer at all.
Without being noticed by Consuela, Cassie reluctantly took a deep breath.
She took off her blue hat and began to take off her scalpel, revealing the cool white T-shirt
inside.
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