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.

Jeremy was much calmer. "Just a while ago. She should be

kept pacing back and forth.

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

were all worried about Sherry and every second

bed, Sherry felt as if

doctor was dabbing her wound with cotton that was soaked in alcohol. After which, he carefully ripped

glass had sunk into her flesh, puncturing several

as several shards of glass punctured

take out the fragments now. If you feel pain, you

head and said, "I'm fine,

voice was trembling as she spoke. No matter what

not to mention that so many pieces of fragments had

shard, Sherry felt as if she was going to faint

almost filled her eyes but she shook

breath as she tried to recall the fragments

it? This wasn't painful

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

His cruelty, his coldness, and his words made

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

weren't for his ruthlessness, she wouldn't be as

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

glass being taken

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 treatment

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

nurse was standing behind the doctor with a tray in her hand. She looked

well-known and here they were,

to go in

first, followed

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

really 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

first thing she saw was Jeremy

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 memorize

and even while she was being treated, she didn't even cry out. Why was she

his heart ache to see her

will the wound leave a scar on her back?"

"Don't worry about it. The wound won't

hearing this, Steve relaxed. He walked to the bed

to assist her but Jeremy

to help Sherry but she pushed him

obviously displeased with her

couldn't use too much of her strength as the wound might open