Chapter 33 Remembering Her Words
Upon learning where Finnegan was, Seraphina immediately bought a train ticket to City B. It would take an hour by train.
After Seraphina left, Lina felt the matter was of great importance and called the Abbott family's old mansion to inform them of Finnegan's situation.
City B Hospital.
Ophelia paced anxiously while constantly watching the light on the operating room door. Suddenly, the light went out. Ophelia's heart tightened as the operating room door opened, and the doctor came out.
"Doctor, how is he?" Ophelia immediately asked.
"We did our best. Please accept my condolences," the doctor said regretfully.
Upon hearing this, Ophelia felt as though her world had collapsed. Her vision blacked out, and she swayed, almost losing her footing.
Finnegan... dead? A perfectly healthy young man was gone just like that?
Although Ophelia couldn't say she was extremely grieved, this news was still difficult for her to accept. Ophelia rushed into the operating room just as the nurse was covering the body with a white cloth.
The operating room was deathly silent.
"Please accept my condolences," the nurse said to Ophelia, treating her as a family member of the deceased.
Ophelia, who had originally not believed it, saw the body covered with a white cloth and felt all her hopes shatter.
Her eyes welled up with tears, and her vision blurred. The nurse tactfully left, giving space for Ophelia to mourn.
Ophelia walked heavily towards the operating table while staring deeply at Finnegan's body. Every interaction she had with Finnegan played out in her mind. She had only truly interacted with Finnegan for a little over a month, but he had become a significant part of her life. He was her first man, and the father of the baby in her belly.
"Finnegan, wake up. How can you die?" Ophelia finally couldn't suppress her emotions and cried on the body, "Wake up, I won't hold a grudge against you anymore. From now on, I'll do whatever you say. How can you just die? What should I do?"
Ophelia cried even more, "Finnegan, why did you choose to hit the tree on your side? If you die, how am I supposed to explain this to the Abbott family? They'll skin me alive."
Ophelia cried so hard that she didn't notice someone standing behind her... The person standing behind her was Finnegan.
Finnegan was on the operating table next door. He had been knocked unconscious by the impact and now had stitches in his head and arm. He was lucky to be alive. When he woke up, he heard his secretary crying.
Curious, he went over and, indeed, it was his infuriating secretary who was sobbing.
Finnegan was very surprised. Could Ophelia actually be crying so much over him?
Upon seeing Ophelia still crying guiltily, Finnegan patted her back.
Ophelia was so engrossed in her crying that she didn't notice.
Finnegan patted her a bit harder, "Miss Sinclair." Ophelia's crying stopped abruptly. She turned her head and was startled by the sight of Finnegan, causing her to fall onto her butt.
Finnegan was taken aback.
He quickly reached out to catch her, but the movement pulled at his arm wound, causing him to wince in pain.
"M...Mr. Abbott." Ophelia stammered in shock, "You're not dead? I thought you were dead?"
Finnegan's lips curved slightly, "I'm lucky I didn't die."
Ophelia was stunned, "Then who is under this white cloth?" As soon as she finished speaking, a group of people came in.
One of the men fell onto the body and began to cry bitterly, "Dad, how could you just leave like this..."
Ophelia quickly shut up.
She felt incredibly awkward.
A subtle hint of amusement was hidden deep in Finnegan's eyes, "Miss Sinclair, let's go."
The real family was mourning here; they couldn't just stand around.
Finnegan walked ahead, and Ophelia wiped her tears and followed: "Mr. Abbott, are you sure you're okay with those injuries? Don't you need to be hospitalized?"
Finnegan had bandages on his head and arm, and there were blood stains on his clothes. He didn't look okay at all.
"I need to." Finnegan walked back to his room. He was supposed to be wheeled back by the nurse.
If it weren't for Ophelia, he would have been lying in his room by now. Why did he need to walk himself?
His oblivious secretary didn't even think to find a wheelchair for him.
Back in his room, Finnegan had just sat down when Ophelia asked, "Are you sure you're okay?"
Finnegan raised an eyebrow, "Do you wish something was wrong with me?"
"Of course not." Ophelia looked Finnegan up and down. It was just too miraculous that he only had superficial injuries.
Finnegan glanced at Ophelia, suddenly remembering what she had said before the car crash. He suddenly asked, "Miss Sinclair, I remember you said something to me in the car before."
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