Man, what's wrong with you?

"Why are you so stubborn?" Jeremy sighed, not knowing what else to say. He just focused his energy on driving as fast and as steadily as possible.

After a while, Jeremy's phone started ringing. It kept ringing and ringing but Jeremy wasn't even considering answering it.

This irritated Sherry so she said coldly, "Can't you just hang up the phone?"

Upon hearing this, Jeremy nervously raised his eyebrows. In a hurry, he took his phone out as if he was afraid of being scolded further.

It was Steve who was calling. After hesitating for a while, he answered it.

"Jeremy, which hospital did you take Sherry to? I'm coming," Steve said anxiously.

Hearing that Steve seemed to be in such a hurry, Jeremy was a bit displeased. He answered indifferently, "City Central Hospital."

Jeremy was a step ahead of them anyway and he drove quite fast. Steve only delayed for a while but when he came out, Jeremy and Sherry had already left.

"Okay!" After hanging up the phone, Steve slammed his foot on the gas pedal, speeding off.

Chester sped up and followed closely behind it.

Finally, Jeremy arrived at the City Central Hospital. Even though it was relatively near the venue, he still felt like it took forever for them to get here.

He got out of the car, walked to the passenger seat, opened the door and looked at Sherry.

Her hair was sticking to her since she was sweating profusely. Her lips were bitten and she was horribly pale.

With great concern, Jeremy bent over to unfasten her seat belt and carried her out of the car.

Sherry shrank into his arms. Even the slightest movement was very painful for her so she slightly hissed, "Hmm..."

"We're already in the hospital. You just have to wait a little while more. You'll be fine soon," Jeremy tried to comfort her in a soft voice.

In a trance, she was in a haze as she looked at Jeremy.

'It's Jeremy and even after everything, he can still comfort me with that soft voice of his. Interesting.'

Still, that didn't change the fact that she didn't care anymore.

Sherry was in a daze as she noticed Jeremy's blood-stained clothes.

When the nurses saw Jeremy's blood-stained shirt, they were shocked. They hurried over to him and asked, "Sir, are you hurt?"

Jeremy was much more relaxed now. He explained softly, "It's not my blood. It's hers. Please help her."

Outside the treatment room, Jeremy sat on a bench. The nurses that passed by decided to give him some water and tissue.

Before long, Steve and Chester had arrived at hospital. As soon as Jeremy saw Chester, he became serious.

"What happened? How long has she been in there?" Steve asked anxiously, sweating profusely and gasping for breath.

contrast, Jeremy was much calmer. "Just a while

and forth. Finally, he settled on the bench where Jeremy

tried to suppress their anxiety about the situation. Steve sighed as he muttered, "Why

all worried about Sherry and every second that

bed, Sherry felt as if she was about to collapse from the

was dabbing her wound with cotton that was soaked

the glass had sunk into her flesh, puncturing several blood

about three wounds as several shards of glass

you feel pain, you can shout so that you'll feel better," the doctor said to

head and said, "I'm fine,

she spoke. No matter what she said,

cut, not to mention

doctor carefully took out shard after shard, Sherry felt as if she was going to faint from the

her eyes but she shook her

took a deep breath as she tried to

it? This

when she was tortured to death. Those painful memories hardened

cruelty,

did which was rare. She would be upset when he got angry at her. It was

had endured the pain. If it weren't for his ruthlessness,

than physical ones. Now that her internal

shard of glass

sticking to her neck and face.

came out of

the bench at the same time as they approached the doctor. In unison, they asked, "Doctor, how is

the doctor with a tray in her hand. She looked at the

these three men were well-known and here they

still resting inside. You're free to go in and see her." Almost

came in first, followed by Steve

lying on the bed, her eyes closed tightly, her long eyelashes trembling,

strong. The wounds were so deep but she didn't scream or cry the entire time I was taking the shards of

Sherry slowly opened her

thing she saw was Jeremy looking

was looking at her tenderly, something he ever rarely did. His shirt was still stained with her blood but he didn't seem to care. He just watched her quietly as if he was trying to

to admit how painful it was in front of him and even while she was being treated, she didn't even cry out. Why was she so

his heart ache to see her like

leave a scar on her back?" Steve

head. "Don't worry about

He walked to the

tried to assist her but Jeremy beat him to

reached out in an attempt to help Sherry but she pushed him away. "No thanks. I'll do

frowned, obviously displeased

back had just been treated. She couldn't use too much of her strength as the wound might