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.

two days, she gradually developed a habit. Before going to bed, she picked up a fairy tale book and read it

the little guy in her

it was a rare

this that she felt very surprised about every fetal movement.

fairy tale and was about to lie down to rest,

She answered, "Not yet."

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

until today that he remembered to call

occasionally remember to give

didn't need it

of silence, Rachel asked, "You didn't tell him, did

why are

a bitter smile on her lips, Rachel said, "I'm not hiding from him. I just don't want to have anything to do with

the sleepiness that she

could foresee that the two would end up separated in the future, why did they have to get

side. There

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

hand in hand, talking and laughing. They looked like a mother and daughter.

clock woke her up from her dream. She stepped into the office and saw a

looked through the medical records of

off work yesterday. These are the information and medical records of a patient. Now

"Okay."

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

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

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

happened. She 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

head, Rachel smiled and said, "You

Department of

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

without any

medical records of ten years. That afternoon, she went to the ward and continued the second step. She

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

knocked on the door, walked in and introduced, "I'm from the hospital's executive