She propped herself up halfway, inexplicably nervous, "How did you get in?"
"Swiped the key card to get in." He placed two boxes of handmade pastries on the table, "Want to get up and have so? Just made them, are you feeling any better?"
Mia Lane gently bit her lip, "My stomach still hurts." Then she lifted the blanket to get out of bed.
"Huh?" He glanced at her then quickly ca over to support her, "Should we go to the hospital? A girl traveling should never tough it out."
Supported by him, she sat on the edge of the bed to put on her shoes. As she stood up, the conspicuous bloodstain on the bedsheet caught Anton Miller’s eye. He asked directly, "Is it your period?"
"No." She turned her gaze, following his surprised look, and saw it too.
At this mont, the abdominal pain beca more and more apparent. Mia couldn’t even think, weakly leaning into Anton Miller’s embrace.
Anton Miller wrapped one arm around her waist, grabbed a blanket with the other, wrapped it around her lower body, then lifted her and strode out of the room!
This sequence of actions was clean and efficient.
"Hold on!" he comforted her, carrying her into the elevator.
Mia suddenly felt the pain, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. She held onto his neck, weakly looking up at him, noticing a resemblance in that resolute chin to Justin Kingston’s.
At this mont, she thought of him again, really missed him...
Rushing out of the elevator, Anton Miller carried her to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and sat in the backseat with her, "To the hospital! Quick!"
"Alright."
The door closed, and the car sped off toward the hospital!
Anton Miller wiped her sweat with a handkerchief, looking tense, "Hang in there, we’re almost there."
"Thank you, Anton..." Mia regarded him as a brother, full of gratitude, "Please don’t... don’t tell Justin, I beg you."
Though unaware of what that bastard Justin had done to her, Anton Miller had no intention of getting involved, "Alright, I promise you! You also have to promise to hang in there!"
"Stomach ache won’t kill ..." She forced a joke with him.
To his surprise, he rolled his eyes, "Who knows? Bad luck can have you sneezing yourself to death!"
"..."
In the hospital.
Justin Kingston was still in the ergency room, and there wasn’t a bit of good news, his entire body covered in blood, consciousness fading.
Seven or eight neurology experts gathered, drafting a plan together.
"Director, Mr. Kingston’s will to survive is getting weaker."
"His lips keep trying to move, we don’t know what he’s trying to say!"
"Listen!"
Two doctors imdiately leaned close to Justin Kingston’s bloodstained lips, listening intently.
anwhile, other doctors were doing their utmost to stop the bleeding, transfuse blood, trying their best to pull him back from death’s door!
"Mia... Mia..." Justin, numb to the pain, weakly called her na with his last bit of will.
The two doctors with exceptional hearing strained to make it out, "Mia?"
"Is that a person’s na?"
"Could be."
"Regardless, let’s ask the family! Find this person!"
anwhile, a helicopter arrived in Aethelburg, landing on the hospital rooftop.
Kristina Kingston and her group deplaned, heading straight for the elevator.
They promptly arrived outside the ergency room, everyone’s eyes swollen from crying.
"Hello, madam. Hello, President Usher." A few of Justin Kingston’s entourage greeted them, faces saddened.
Mary and Jerry Garcia supported Kristina Kingston as she ca to the tightly closed ergency room door, gently placing her hands on it, the closest place to her son.
Her vision blurred, her legs weak, her body trembled.
Her mind felt as if it had suffered a massive blow, "Son... Justin... you have to hold on."
The warning light above the ergency room door kept flashing, the situation still extrely critical.
Monica Usher was devastated, filled with silent tears, her excellent upbringing restraining her; the hospital was not a place for loud cries and commotion.
Kristina Kingston slowly pulled her thoughts back together, turning her gaze, reddened eyes carrying a hint of coldness, "How exactly did the car accident happen?"
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