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.

and lay on the bed. These two days, she gradually developed a habit. Before going to bed, she picked up a fairy tale book

could occasionally feel the little guy in her belly

was a

this that she felt very surprised about every

rest, her

She answered, "Not yet."

said in a low voice, "Jack called Henry just now and asked him if he knew what's going on

not until today that he remembered to call her

occasionally remember

it at all!

asked, "You didn't tell him, did

why are you

from him.

sleepiness that she had gathered had

separated in

his side. There

as unyielding as before and would not change for anything. Besides,

like a mother and daughter. Although she grew up in the Fu family, she

she had fallen asleep, but her biological clock woke her up from her dream. She stepped into the office and saw a

up and looked through the medical records

over, holding a tea cup in both hands, and explained, "Rachel, these are all brought here by the superior after you got off work yesterday. These are the information and medical records of a patient. Now he wants to apply for the grant in the hospital, you can

"Okay."

patients with financial difficulties in the hospital. Of

had never been to this job, she sat down and looked through the medical

accident ten years ago, her spine was broken. From then on, she could only rest in bed, and

She stayed at home for a long time and planned

Rachel smiled

chin and said, "A nurse in the Department of Orthopedics happened to rent

and continued to look through the medical records. Her colleague also stood up and said, "I won't bother you

nodded without any distraction.

the medical records of ten years. That afternoon, she went to the ward

very lively. There were three or four people standing beside a bed, two of whom were a little older. They must 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 was also a man standing beside him. He reached out and touched the boy's head, with

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