Chapter 472 Take Me Away
"No, I can't. Because I don't know where Mommy is either." Brian sighed. "You better not let us and Mommy down again."
With that, the children went back to their rooms, leaving Antonio alone with his thoughts.
Antonio collapsed to the floor, his fingers intertwined in his hair, his eyes filled with agony. Yet, he felt utterly powerless. Any explanation at this point would seem feeble. He needed to see Sarah as soon as possible.
But in such a big city, where could Sarah be?
At the hospital…
Sarah slowly regained consiousness.
Greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling and the sharp smell of disinfectant, she gradually sat up and looked around, realizing she was in a hospital.
The young man at her side saw she had awakened and quickly showed concern. "You're finally awake! Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else? The doctor said you fainted due to exhaustion, but aside from a few scrapes, there's nothing serious.
"Oh right, I'm Bob Lowell. It was me who accidentally hit you with my bike. I'll cover your medical expenses. By the way, what's your name?"
Sarah stared blankly at the person before her, taking a while to remember that she had indeed been knocked down on the road earlier.
But she couldn't muster much energy and merely shook her head weakly in response to Bob.
Bob was stunned by her beauty for a few seconds before scratching his head. "I'm glad you’re okay. You really scared me earlier. If I had seriously hurt you, I'd feel responsible forever."
Sarah managed a strained smile to signal to him not to worry; she was fine.
There wasn't much for them to talk about, and after a brief, awkward silence, Bob felt it wasn't the time to leave and sat down to peel an apple for Sarah.
"Really, nothing in this world is so terrible. What matters most is being happy. What's your name? You haven't told me yet."
"Sarah."
"Here, have an apple, Sarah."
Bob found himself growing fond of her, and with a friendly gesture, he sliced off a piece of the apple to offer her.
But Sarah had no appetite or spirit to respond. Her head was pounding to the point of bursting, so she turned away and closed her eyes, ignoring him.
Bob didn't give up and continued, "Is there anything I can do to help you? I can see you're upset. If you don't want to talk, here's my contact information. You can text me, alright?"
Annoyed by Bob's incessant talking, Sarah pulled down the blanket, turned over, and shut her eyes.
Seeing this, Bob naturally held his tongue but silently watched Sarah's profile.
The jolt back to reality came when he accidentally cut his finger with the knife. Instantly, guilt washed over him as he checked on Sarah, still unresponsive. Quietly, he tended to his wound.
It's no wonder Bob found himself so distracted by her; in his twenty-something years, he had never encountered anyone whose beauty could rival Sarah's. Her complexion was pale, her hair disheveled, and she appeared as fragile as a flower swaying in the wind.
Sitting beside her, Bob stealthily took a photo with his phone. He felt somewhat guilty, and his hands trembled, but the photo he captured was still stunningly beautiful.
"I'll go buy you something to eat, take some rest," Bob instructed gently and quietly left the room.
However, when he returned, the bed that had been occupied by Sarah was empty.
Bob sat on the bed, feeling the warmth Sarah had left behind in disappointment...
Upstairs, in the VIP ward…
Sarah was sitting in Brady’s ward, gazing numbly at him.
If only she had listened to her brother earlier, not trusting Antonio and getting entangled with him...
'Oh Brady… I was so wrong and regret it. Can you wake up and take me away?'
Sarah lay her head beside the hospital bed, tears silently streaming down her cheeks onto the bed sheets.
She dared not cry out loud, fearing she might disturb the slumbering Brady. However, if such a sound could rouse her brother, it might be deemed a blessing...
A nurse passing by saw Sarah in the room and asked in surprise, "Ms. Miller, what are you doing here?"
Quickly wiping her tears, Sarah replied, "I just came to check on my brother. Is he doing okay?"
"He's holding up well; you don't have to worry. With today’s medical facilities, Mr. Miller will surely wake up soon."
"Thank you/" Sarah mustered a faint smile.
Just after the nurse left, Antonio suddenly pushed open the door to the ward.
Sarah’s forced smile froze on her face, and the tears she had just repressed surged forth once more. She bit her lip tightly and turned her back so Antonio wouldn't see her face.
“Sarah—”
“Don’t come any closer!”
Sarah took a deep breath, wiping the tears from her face. She turned around, her voice carrying an unfamiliar coldness and indifference. "Antonio, please leave my brother's room."
Antonio struggled to suppress the tremble in his voice, his heart aching with panic. He tentatively took a step towards Sarah. "Sarah, let me apologize first. I missed our date today, and you ended up seeing that mess. But please give me a chance to explain everything. The thing with Serene really—"
Sarah frowned and cut him off coldly, "Antonio, I do not wish to argue with you here, nor do I want to hear that woman’s name by my brother's sickbed. I bet you're going to say it was all a misunderstanding and it won't happen again. Well, now that I know, you can leave."
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