Chapter 661

As Arielle recalled, the Wilhelms would bring her and Henry for medical checkups every year. The checkups, however, were always only physical, never psychological.

It might be true that she, like Trisha, could have a little mental disability.

It seemed like it was about time she consulted a psychologist.

Arielle’s deep-rooted frustration evaporated instantly after she convinced herself that she was suffering from a mental disorder.

Night was drawing in slowly.

A thick blanket of darkness covered the earth. While the stars and the moon hung high in the sky, Rocher Private Hospital was illuminated as brightly as day.

In an emergency room.

“Adrenaline, stat!”

“Get more blood from the blood bank!”

“Platelet count is dropping!”

no use. We need Queenie here.

“Yes, Dr. Ziegler.”

 

situation in the emergency room was

hour ago, Malorie unexpectedly fell unconscious and was rushed to the

anxious, Henrick was unable to sit still. He paced back and forth in front of the emergency room entrance. Smoking cigarettes as he paced, stick after stick, the ashes rained down and

moment, the

nurse rushed out from the emergency

over and asked

he talked. The nurse tightened her mask and replied, “We’re still trying to save her. Just

Okay.” Henrick put out the cigarette in his hand.

to page the greatest surgeon in the hospital right now. Don’t

 

thank you.” Henrick continually nodded. He didn’t want

writing a thesis on a

 

her office.

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