It Was You

"Cassandra, do you really think that Roger likes you? You deserve it? "

"I've never liked you from the beginning to the end. So, go to hell."

* The patient has hemorrhage and the baby is difficult to keep... "

"I can only be the hostess of the Lu Clan. Cassandra, you are just a loser raised by Martin."

"Honey, don't you remember me?"

"Cassandra, who is that man?"

Cassandra felt as if she had a long dream. It was dark around, and she stood on a vast land. The memories of her previous life flashed by, and she was like an onlooker, silently watching everything.

When she was reborn, her memories were incomplete. She had thought that some memories had been erased after her rebirth, but now it seemed that she had deliberately forgotten them.

Who was the man called her "baby"?

Why did she feel that the voice was a little familiar?

Where on earth did she hear that?

"Her breathing and heartbeat are normal. There is nothing wrong. I don't know why she is in a deep coma..." Kevin explained in a trembling voice, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Master, sister-in-law might just have a nightmare. Don't worry. She will be fine." Standing next to Martin, Carlos comforted him with a worried look on his face.

They had used all the methods they should use, but Cassandra still had no signs of

expressionless face, Martin stood in front of the bed. His angular face was covered with an overwhelming haze, and there was an unprecedented sense of loss

a while,

then he understood what Martin meant. His face suddenly changed, "Master, you have to think it over. Kevin just said that

on standby at any time. He had thought that Martin wanted those experts to come for consultation, but unexpectedly, Martin wanted to send her there.

good condition to move at all. No one knew how Martin would react if something happened to her.

eyes were dark and bloodshot. He stood there like a clay sculpture and said coldly, "Do you want me to say it

a terrible silence in the air.

knew clearly that no one could change the decision made

long as Cassandra acted cute and spoiled, Martin would agree with her. It could be

now, this balance was broken, and Martin seemed to return

you don't wake up, your man

stomach trembling, and said in an extremely difficult tone, "Yes, Master, I'll arrange it

back, with indescribable coldness rolling in his dark eyes, as

never been so indecisive as now. But

set off

He wanted to say something, but he

hour, probably the deadline set by Martin for Cassandra. If Cassandra hadn't woken up after an hour, Martin would have reached his limit. Even if he knew that it was a bad idea to send Cassandra

no other choice.

if he was rich and could decide life and death, he couldn't keep

he had learned to hide his emotions quietly and not let anyone see through him. But at this moment, Martin found that he could not hide his hidden emotions

"Martin..."

the dead silence in the ward, like a spark gradually gathering in the vast area, as if to burn Martin