Mia Ginger looked at him.
Then she lowered her head and glanced at the lifeless Camilia Davis beside her.
In a low voice, she said, "My mom is dead."
"Co here." Koa Jackson leaned in a bit, directly pulled her wrist, and hugged her tightly in his arms.
Mia Ginger trembled violently twice, then suddenly burst into tears.
"It’s okay now." Koa Jackson stroked her trembling back with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her legs, holding her horizontally in his embrace.
He let out a sigh of relief.
"Professor Jackson... this?"
Two dical staff jumped out of the vehicle, looking at him inquisitively.
They couldn’t help but glance at Mia Ginger, who was crying bitterly in his arms, full of curiosity.
The Cloud Capital Fourth Hospital was nationally renowned, with many young talents, but this one, who had captured countless hearts, was famously aloof.
At the mont—
What’s the situation?
"Take her to the morgue first," Koa Jackson tightened his arms, looked down, and said softly, "Put all the expenses under my na for now, I’ll deal with it when I co in for work."
"Okay."
The middle-aged doctor beside them nodded and directed people to carry Camilia Davis off the vehicle first.
Koa Jackson watched them go inside, holding Mia Ginger, he turned around and walked directly towards the hospital entrance.
He had an apartnt near the hospital, and under Mia Ginger’s current condition, it was inconvenient for her to go ho, so he simply didn’t get his car and carried her directly to the apartnt.
It wasn’t far, just over a pedestrian bridge and a turn from the hospital entrance.
The walk took over ten minutes.
Koa Jackson carried Mia Ginger ho.
She was light, curled up in his arms with almost no weight, making small muffled sobs along the way, like an injured stray cat.
Koa Jackson’s heart ached for her.
He turned slightly and pressed the switch with his shoulder, lighting up the room.
The apartnt was a clean, tidy three-bedroom, not too big or too small, a hundred and twenty square ters, with a very simple black and white decor, much like him.
Mia Ginger was dazzled by the light and buried herself deeper in his arms.
She was afraid of the light.
"It’s okay now." Koa Jackson sat her down on the sofa, gently ruffling her hair with one hand, soothing her in a low voice for a while.
Mia Ginger peeked up at him.
Her eyes were red, her small face still marked with tears, still frightened.
"Want so water?"
Koa Jackson asked softly.
Mia Ginger shook her head, lips pursed, her slender arms clinging to him tightly.
"I won’t leave." Koa Jackson had to abandon the thought of putting her down, looked up around the room, then looked down, patiently probing, "Do you want to take a bath?"
Mia Ginger looked at him, her teeth biting her lip.
She said nothing.
Her face and clothes were stained with blood, and she had rubbed quite a bit onto his shirt. Koa Jackson directly carried her to the master bedroom, speaking as he walked, "We need to change your clothes."
Mia Ginger still said nothing.
Koa Jackson carried her into the bedroom, pulled out one of his own shirts from the closet, and sat on the edge of the bed.
After a bit of hesitation, he looked down and said, "Should I help you change?"
"No." Mia Ginger seed to awake from a daze and glanced at him.
"Then will you change yourself?" Koa Jackson asked again.
"Still no." Mia Ginger shook her head.
"..." Koa Jackson was troubled.
He could easily guess what had happened with Camilia Davis and naturally understood the shock and trauma Mia Ginger had gone through. Besides feeling sorry, there was also a faint sense of guilt.
Koa Jackson tightened his grip on the shirt and asked once more, "You can’t sleep like that. Let help you change, alright?"
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