Stuck in you

He frowned at the sight of Scarlett, "Didn't I tell you not to come again?"

"I come to accompany you." With the support of Tracy, Scarlett had no feelings for what Jack said to her anymore.

She sat down and asked with a smile, "How are you feeling today?"

Jack ignored her, closed his eyes and said coldly, "Where is my phone?"

"I don't know." Scarlett tried her best to hold back her laughter and said innocently, "I haven't seen it for a long time."

In fact, she took out the phone and gave it to Tracy.

It was the night when Jack had an accident. When she was about to lie on her arms and have a rest, she heard her phone ringing. It was not her own phone.

She followed the ringtone to find the phone, and finally found it in Jack's bloodstained trousers pocket.

It was none other than Rachel. When she saw the number marked "Rachel" on the screen, Scarlett was so angry that she gritted her teeth. She raised the phone several times and wanted to throw it away, but finally she controlled herself.

However, she had other plans in her mind.

On the second day, when Tracy came to the hospital, she deliberately sneaked the phone in front of Tracy while Jack was sleeping. She whispered, "Aunt, there was a call yesterday to look for Jack. I was afraid it was his private phone, so I didn't answer it."

"Who called him?"

"Rachel."

When she finished these words, she clearly noticed that Tracy's face changed again and again. At that moment, Scarlett knew that she was right.

Tracy took the phone and looked at it for a while. Then she said expressionlessly in a low voice, "I've put it away. If Jack asks you in the future, you can tell him that you don't know."

Regaining her composure, Scarlett deliberately lowered her head and took out her phone from her bag and handed it to Jack. She said thoughtfully, "If you want to make a call, use my phone."

Jack kept his mouth shut and didn't respond. He felt a little depressed in his heart. Rachel must have known that he had a car accident, but why didn't she come to the hospital to see him? Was it really more comfortable and comfortable for her without him by her side?

Although there was no expression on his face, there were five complex feelings in his heart.

A complacent smile appeared on Scarlett's face. She seemed to be able to see her future life.

on her pajamas and lay on the bed. These two days, she gradually developed a

her belly, she could occasionally feel the little guy in her belly kicking her naughtily,

was a

of this that she felt

reading a fairy tale and was about to lie down to rest, her cell phone rang at her hand. "Rachel, are you asleep?" Lea asked in a low

She answered, "Not yet."

in a low voice, "Jack called Henry just now

until today that he remembered to call her to ask

did he occasionally remember to

it at

of silence, Rachel asked, "You

are you hiding

hiding from him.

phone, the sleepiness that she had gathered

would end up separated in the future, why did they

by his side. There was no

would not change for anything. Besides, Tracy should be very satisfied with

hospital, she saw the two of them walking hand in hand, talking and laughing. They looked like a mother and daughter. Although she grew up in the Fu family, she had always been polite to Tracy and had

woke her up from her

walked up and looked through the medical records of the same

over, holding a tea cup in both hands, and explained, "Rachel, these are all brought here by the superior after you got off work

"Okay."

help to the patients with financial difficulties in the hospital. Of course, this help could not be applied for casually. It must be reviewed by many layers, and the final review was in their

this job, she sat down and looked through

ten years ago, her spine was broken. From

stayed at home for a long time and planned to take a walk in the park. However, when she crossed the road, she was hit by

her head, Rachel smiled and said,

in the Department of Orthopedics

through the medical records.

nodded without any distraction.

whole morning to finish reading the medical records of ten years. That afternoon, she went to the ward

be the patient's mother and mother-in-law, and a little boy about ten years old was holding a painting in his hand and raising it above his head as if it was a treasure. There

the door, walked in and introduced, "I'm from