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Chapter 557 Sasha Is Seeking Her Own Doom

It was unusual for the strong-willed Veronica to reveal her anguish in front of Matthew. As a result, when he saw her trembling in pain, he couldn’t help but feel his heart ache and his mind tumble into chaos.

As soon as he exited the elevator, he dashed toward his car. Veronica wasn’t particularly heavy, but his arms were aching.

That was because he wasn’t sure how to carry her—not too tight as he might hurt her, but not too light in case she fell. Hence, he could only straighten his arms and hold them firmly in place.

“Roni, just hold on for a while longer… Please…” he said after putting her in the back seat before hopping into the driver’s seat and speeding away.

Matthew drove at a high speed but with extraordinary stability, all because of Veronica laying in the back seat. It was already late in the night. There weren’t many obstacles on the road and it took him driving past three red lights to get to the hospital.

As soon as he arrived, he parked the car and jumped out of the driver’s seat. He then dashed to the back seat to carry Veronica without even closing the driver’s door.

“Roni? Roni?” Matthew bent down to carry her, only to discover that she had passed out.

He dashed to the emergency room with her in his arms, nervously gulping. “Doctor? Where’s the

the heat of the moment, he referred to her as his wife. Veronica was already his wife in his heart. The only thing that remained was to register their marriage. The doctor

accidentally hit her abdomen earlier. She’s in so much pain that she fainted!” Matthew explained

my. That’s so careless of her! Send her inside

place Veronica on one of the available beds. “Register for her

Despite his words, he remained standing by the bed, staring at her with no intention of

away pushed him out. “Sir, the doctor needs to check on the patient now. You have to leave first.” Matthew was then pushed out of the emergency room. He retracted his

do. He subconsciously took out his cigarette holder,

the lighter, he lowered his head to aim

still trembling and he raised his left hand, intending for it to hold his right hand

how long his left hand

seeing that, he froze. The lighter slipped from his grip, and he stared blankly at all the wet blood on his hand