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.

was much calmer. "Just a while ago.

and forth. Finally,

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

all worried about Sherry and every

bed, Sherry felt as if she was about

The doctor was dabbing her wound with cotton that was

glass had sunk into

several shards of

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

and said, "I'm fine, doctor. You

she spoke. No matter what she said,

scream even with a small cut, not to mention that so many pieces of fragments had been stabbed in

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

eyes but she shook

she tried to recall the

kind of pain was it? This wasn't painful

when she was tortured to death.

cruelty, his coldness, and his words made

reason. She would smile when he did which was rare. She would be upset when he got

pain. If it weren't for his ruthlessness,

much worse than physical ones. Now that her internal scars were already healed,

shard of glass being taken out

her neck and face. Despite all of this, she still didn't complain about the

doctor finally came out of the treatment

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

behind the doctor with a tray in

and here they were, all anxious and worried about the same

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

followed by

her eyes closed tightly, her long eyelashes trembling, and her hair

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

footsteps, Sherry slowly opened

raised her head and the first thing she saw

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

him and even while she

ache

will the wound leave a scar on her back?" Steve asked, frowning and

head. "Don't worry about

hearing this, Steve relaxed. He walked to the bed and found Sherry trying

tried to assist her but Jeremy beat

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

frowned, obviously displeased with her

use