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.

"Just a while

while, Steve kept pacing back and forth. Finally, he settled on the bench where

as they tried to suppress their anxiety about the situation. Steve sighed as he muttered, "Why isn't the doctor coming out

worried about Sherry and every second that passed was torture

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

slightly blinded Sherry. The doctor was dabbing her wound with cotton that was soaked in alcohol. After which, he carefully ripped the skin off from

the glass had sunk into her

several shards of

out the fragments now. If you feel pain, you can shout so that you'll feel better,"

said, "I'm fine, doctor. You

matter what she said, it was still going to

mention that so many pieces of fragments had

took out shard after shard, Sherry felt as if she was going to

she shook her head,

deep breath as she tried to recall the fragments of

pain was it?

the days when she was tortured to death. Those painful memories hardened

cruelty, his coldness, and his words made her heart

then. She loved everything about him beyond reason. She would smile when he did which was rare. She would be upset when he got angry at her. It was almost as

endured the pain. If it weren't for his ruthlessness, she wouldn't be as strong as she was

than physical ones. Now that her internal scars were already healed, no one could hurt her

shard of glass

in the pillow, her hair haphazardly sticking to her neck and face. Despite all of this, she still didn't complain about the

doctor finally came out of the

Chester stood up from the bench at the same time as they approached the doctor. In

with a tray in

three men were well-known and here they were, all anxious

free to go in and see

followed by

on the bed, her eyes closed tightly, her long eyelashes trembling, and her hair roughly falling on

were so deep but she didn't scream or cry the entire time I was taking the

footsteps, Sherry

first thing she saw was

he didn't seem to care. He just watched her quietly as if he was

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

made his heart ache to see

leave a scar on her back?" Steve asked, frowning

doctor shook his head. "Don't worry about it. The

to the bed

tried to assist her but Jeremy beat him to

an attempt to help Sherry but she pushed

obviously displeased

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