Chapter 13 I'll Marry Her

"Doctor! "Doctor!"
Chaos in the emergency room.
Clinton followed the doctor to the operation room. When the door was shut, he was left outside.
The red light for operation was still on.
Clinton was leaning against the wall, while his head was filled with the image of her pale face in coma.
He lowered his head to look at his hands, in a daze.
Blood covered all his ten fingers.
That was... her blood.
Just a moment before she was lying in his arms, senselessly. It seemed she could be gone with the wind.
In his impression, that woman was as strong as the wild grass.
"Clinton, are you really worried about her?"
Suddenly, a soft voice sounded in his head.
He looked up to see a white dress in front of him.
Looking up, he saw Charlize's face.
Her eyes were gazing at him, losing focus. And she continued naturally.
"Never mind. If you are worried, you can go to accompany her."
Seeing that her bright eyes were blind like that made him angry again.
The sympathy he had previously for Sandra was diluted with the anger.
She was pregnant with someone's baby. Why should he still care about her life?
Wait! Worried about her?
He must be insane!
He frowned his eyebrows and repressed those odds ideas in his head.
"No."
The man held her hand, still angry in his voice.
"She made you suffer so much. How can I still care about her?"
Charlize leaned over in his arms, and had her vicious ideas hidden with her lowering eyelashes.
"But, after all, she still has your baby..."
Her voice sounded strong but with some traces of sobbing. It seems that she could burst into tears any minute.
The last thing Clinton would like to see was her tears.
It was three years ago, and also the same three years after.
He kept silent for a while with some doubts in his eyes. At the end he embraced her more tightly in his arms.
"It wasn't my child."
"Don't worry, I won't let her deliver the child."
Her head was kept low and her mouth smiled when she heard what he said.
But her tone seemed concerned.
"It wasn't your child? Clinton, you shouldn't talk nonsense. Sandra was in the Greens when she was a kid. How could she be unfaithful to you?"
Unfaithful...
This word triggered his hatred successfully.
"It is also possible that your ligation surgery failed. Otherwise, if it was not yours, how could it be Sandra conceived a baby by herself?"
Suddenly, a sneer was loud and clear, which came from the doctor's office.
Eddie gazed at that couple and stood there still.
He asked the doctor just the moment ago to know Sandra was still in critical situation.
It happened just when that man was with her for about a quarter of the time and she was tortured like that.
The teenager's anger was written in his eyes, like the wolf in the dark, gazing at Charlize.
"Didn't you say that you were concerned about Sandra and asked me to send you to the hospital?
How come you look totally different from before when you are here?"
"You..."
Charlize was surprised that a teenager could talk to her like that. Where did he come from?
"Nonsense!"
Clinton hid Charlize behind him and shouted loudly.
People around started to look at them.
Clinton was more upset and looked around. His threatening eyes was authoritative to force them to turn their eyes away.
Afterwards, he spoke to Eddie in low voice, threatening.
"How dare you come over? I still haven't asked you what the hell did you do with Sandra!"
He had been with Sandra for three years, nothing.
But how could it be just coincident that she was pregnant with his child?
"What a shame!"
Eddie even curled his lips up when being interrogated.
The same coldness in his eyes with that in Clinton's.
Then he spoken very slowly.
"Talking about this, it made me think of a thing..."
"If we did make love, will you let me marry her and then let us leave the Greens together, uncle?"