Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot-Chapter 1003 - 282: Turmoil, protect Viola Thompson with your life!_2
Chapter 1003: 282: Turmoil, protect Viola Thompson with your life!_2
She is very pale.
If it weren't for the heart rate monitor still pulsing at her side, hardly anyone would believe she's still showing signs of life.
A cat and a dog are sitting on either side of the entrance to the Intensive Care Unit.
Like sentinels of the door.
Upon seeing Mrs. Thompson, Bread lowered its head, walking over to her, whimpering softly.
Like an injured child.
Mrs. Thompson bent down to pat Bread's head and said with a smile, "Bread, don't worry. My Viola is lucky and strong. She will definitely pull through this tough time."
"Woof."
Bread barked, as if to affirm Mrs. Thompson's words.
But in reality, it understood nothing.
It was just a speechless furry child.
From the moment Viola Thompson was taken to the hospital, Bread and Mantou stopped eating. Even when food was pushed into their mouths, they would instantly spit it out.
"Good boy." Mrs. Thompson patted Bread's head and fetched some dog food, "Will you take a bite?"
Bread took a sniff, then returned to its spot in front of the Intensive Care Unit and sat down.
In doing so, it accidentally stepped on Mantou's tail.
It would usually be as dangerous as touching a tiger's tail.
But today, Mantou didn't even turn his head.
Both of them sat shoulder to shoulder at the door, looking motionless at Viola inside.
Seeing these two fur children, emotions that Mrs. Thompson had barely managed to control were once again close to the brink of collapse.
They say small animals are incredibly intuitive.
Could it be…
No.
There's no way Viola could be in danger.
This child has suffered enough in her life.
Taken away by someone intentionally when she was little, she had many difficult days, and now she finally returned home. Before she could enjoy a few peaceful days, she suddenly fell into critical condition.
Mrs. Thompson covered her mouth, her body trembling all over.
She tried her best to hold back her tears.
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"Mom."
Just then, Sawyer Thompson's voice echoed through the air.
Mrs. Thompson looked back.
It had only been one day.
It looked as if Sawyer had aged over ten years. The anguish on his face was evident. His daughter was lying in the Intensive Care Unit, and he, as her father, was helpless, forced to watch as her condition grew increasingly perilous.
Such a situation would be a severe blow for any father.
However, in front of Mrs. Thompson, he couldn't allow himself to appear too distressed.
Mrs. Thompson was of advanced age.
Could she withstand such torturous stress?
Looking at Sawyer, Mrs. Thompson thought not to show too much sadness in front of her son. As a mother, she couldn't afford to be a burden. At this time, she should serve as the most potent source of strength for her son.
Mrs. Thompson took a deep breath, smiled, and asked Sawyer, "Is Mary ok?"
"There's nothing serious to worry about, mom. You don't need to worry," Sawyer replied and then asked, "Have you eaten?"
"Yes, I have." Mrs. Thompson nodded and then asked, "What about Brandon and Borden? When are they coming back?"
"They are on their way and will be here in about half an hour," Sawyer replied, "Mom, let the driver take you home to rest. I can handle things here in the hospital."
Then, Sawyer added, "Xiuwei and Xiuwei are also on their way."
"Alright, in that case, I will leave first." As she said this, it seemed Mrs. Thompson had just thought of something, then added, "I will go to St. John's Co-Cathedral to pray for Viola tomorrow, so I might come a bit late."
"Let Mary go with you," Sawyer offered.
"No need," Mrs. Thompson said with a casual wave, "Don't forget, I used to be on the battlefield."
How could Mary look after her when even she couldn't manage her own affairs?
"Alright, be careful."
Before leaving, Mrs. Thompson took one more look at Viola lying on her hospital bed, "Sawyer, I'll leave first. Notify me immediately if there are any changes in Viola's condition."
"Ok."
Sawyer accompanied Mrs. Thompson to the hospital entrance and instructed the driver to drive carefully.
Watching the car disappear into the distance, Sawyer took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and squatted down taking puff after puff.
Alone, a man of one meter eighty-nine squatted in the corner of the hospital entrance, heavily inhaling his cigarette.
HIs silhouette seemed lonely.
About ten minutes later.
Sawyer composed himself and proceeded to return to the hospital.
"Mr. Thompson."
Just then, Director Cooper was heading towards him.
"Director Cooper." Sawyer stopped and looked at the director.
Director Cooper continued, "Mr. Thompson, Miss Thompson's illness is incredibly odd. Currently, there is only one person who can diagnose Miss Thompson's condition…"
