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

pacing back and forth. Finally,

anxiety about the

about Sherry and every

bed, Sherry felt as if she was

was dabbing her wound with cotton that was soaked

was deep as the glass had sunk into her flesh, puncturing

three wounds as several shards of glass punctured her

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

and said, "I'm fine, doctor.

was trembling as she spoke. No matter what

with a small cut, not to mention that so

took out shard after shard, Sherry felt as if she

eyes but she shook her head, trying

took a deep breath as she tried to recall the fragments of

was it? This wasn't painful at

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

His cruelty, his coldness, and

silly back then. She loved everything about him beyond reason. She would smile when he did which was rare. She would be

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

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

another shard of glass being taken out

her hair haphazardly sticking to her neck and face. Despite all of this, she still didn't

finally came out of the treatment

stood up from the bench at the same time as they approached the

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

men were well-known and here they were, all anxious and worried about the

to go in and see her." Almost at

in first, followed by Steve

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

wounds were so deep but she didn't scream or cry the entire time I was taking the shards of glass out," the doctor said with

Sherry slowly opened her

first thing

rarely did. His shirt was still stained with her blood but he didn't seem to care. He just watched her quietly

of him and even while she was being treated, she didn't even

his heart ache to

the wound leave a scar on

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

the bed and found Sherry trying to sit

to assist her but Jeremy

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

frowned, obviously displeased with her

on Sherry's back had just been treated. She couldn't use too much of her strength as the