Queen Revenge

I snapped my head up to see the man in front of me and lost my mind.

It wasn’t him.

Even though the voice and back were so similar, the face wasn’t him.

What was I expecting, he’d been dead for six months and there was no one else in the world named Walker Richter.

I looked at him, the tip of my nose sore, “I’m looking for someone.”

“Looking for who?” He was curious, his voice like a babbling water, “Did you find him?”

I shook my head, “I’ll never find him again, I lost him.”

That, once Walker Richter had said the same thing, he had said that he had lost me, that with some people, missing is for life.

“Oh.” He said regretfully, “Don’t be sad, what should be yours, can’t run away, what isn’t yours, can’t be forced, life is short, hurry up a few decades, don’t let yourself be immersed in sadness, look at the beautiful things in this world more often, otherwise you will miss more.”

“Thanks.” I lightly pulled the corner of my mouth and asked him, “What’s your name, can you tell me?”

He mused for a moment and smiled, “Gabby Yates.”

The name Gabby Yates was a bit familiar, the same last name as Ferris Yates, and I couldn’t help but ask, “Do you know Ferris Yates?”

That was Walker Richter’s nemesis in life, even Martin Mo didn’t know how Walker Richter got Ferris Yates to agree to release me.

When Gabby Yates heard that, there was a strange gleam in her eyes, and she smiled and shook her head, “Don’t know her.”

Maybe I was overthinking it.

Just then, my cell phone suddenly rang, and it was Fiona Croix calling.

Fiona Croix won’t call me, she sends a message or a video every time, this phone call made me feel a bit surprised, sliding the screen to connect, “Fiona, where have you been?”

“Something’s happened to Fiona.”

It was Jack Astor who spoke.

He told me over the phone that Fiona Croix was in the hospital undergoing resuscitation.

Fiona Croix was found by a passerby an hour ago and taken to the hospital, she was covered in blood, she was on her way to celebrate my birthday when she was hit by a motorcycle, the owner of the vehicle hit and ran away.

When I heard that, I asked for the address of the hospital and immediately hung up the phone, and at this time Gabby Yates did not know when to leave, I could not care so much, rushed to the hospital.

Fiona Croix’s baby was forced out early, in bad shape, and sent to the NICU, a girl.

It was a girl. The baby was not even full-term, and it was a very dangerous baby. In less than two hours, two critical care notices were issued, and Jack Astor’s hands were shaking when he signed the notices.

Fiona Croix is being resuscitated because of hemorrhage, doctors and nurses keep coming in and out to deliver blood bags, looking at the amount of blood, Fiona Croix’s whole body blood should have been replaced twice, but still the situation is not optimistic.

Doctors told us the worst-case scenario: “The mother has gone into shock twice, and if we can’t stop the bleeding, we’ll have to consider removing the uterus to stop the bleeding and save her life.”

Remove the uterus?

I was weak in my feet, it was too cruel for a woman.

I couldn’t help but think of Pheobe Wilson back in the day, when she suffered Susan Su’s reckoning and had her uterus removed for the rest of her life, never to have children of her own.

Fiona Croix had her children, but who wants to have the most important part of their body removed.

Jack Astor’s whole face was as pale as paper, he grabbed the doctor’s hand, even his voice was trembling: “I want her to live, I just want her to live well.”

“We’ll do our best.” The doctor didn’t dare to fill his mouth with words.

Every second of the hours-long surgery, in which I stood outside the operating room, was an ordeal.

Martin Mo called and I gave a brief description of Fiona Croix’s condition, he and Ulysses Will rushed over, but at this point, no amount of visits would help, Fiona Croix was fighting death inside, and only by winning would she come out of it unscathed.

It’s 3:00 a. m., Fiona Croix has not yet come out, the doctor has issued another critical notice, Jack Astor’s emotions are on the verge of breaking down, he can’t even hold the pen: “Why can’t all of you save her, it’s just a hemorrhage, you can’t do anything about it, and you still deserve to be a doctor.”

A hemorrhage can kill a person, and has the highest maternal mortality rate.

Doctors are in a hurry to save her life and ask Jack Astor to sign the papers, but everyone knows that by signing the papers, they are not only taking a risk, but also risking losing Fiona Croix.

But signing it would only delay the rescue.

I pushed Jack Astor away, “I’ll sign, doctor, please you must save her, she has suffered too much already.”

“We’ll do our best.”

After the doctor went in again, Jack Astor slid down against the cold wall and sat on the floor, both hands hanging limply.

I didn’t feel good either, turning my back and wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes as Martin Mo reassured me, “Fiona Croix will be fine, don’t worry.”

I clenched my lower lip to keep from crying out, but the tears fell harder and harder.

“It’s all my fault, Fiona she, she wouldn’t have been in trouble if she hadn’t rushed to celebrate my birthday, it’s all my fault.”

I blamed myself, I couldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to Fiona Croix.

I pulled my hair and blamed myself, “She’s already seven months pregnant, how could I still let her go out alone, I should have picked her up earlier.”

“It was all an accident, who could have predicted.” Martin Mo said, “Don’t blame yourself, she wouldn’t want to see you like this.”

I’d rather it was me lying in there, and me bearing the brunt of it all, than Fiona Croix suffering in there.

After a night of resuscitation, Fiona Croix was wheeled out of the operating room and sent to the icu ward.

Fiona Croix’s life was saved for the time being, the rest depended on her willpower.

Hearing this from the doctor, we were all slightly relieved.

After a sleepless night, Jack Astor’s eyes were scarlet, he insisted on staying outside the ward, waiting for Fiona Croix to wake up.

I don’t understand Jack Astor. If he cares so much about Fiona Croix, why did he marry Dailey Rovella?

Why is it so important to be in the right family?

I resent Jack Astor for not being able to stand up for Fiona Croix and shield her from the world and letting her suffer like this.

Ulysses Will was called back by Bella Hill in the latter part of the night, and Martin Mo stayed at the hospital the whole time, and when he heard that Fiona Croix was out of danger for the time being, he said, “Alva, go back and rest for a while and come back later.”

He was worried that I wouldn’t be able to cope physically.

Without waiting for me to say anything, a doctor arrived with a grim look on his face and told us the bad news.

Fiona Croix’s baby had passed away just a few moments ago after failing to be resuscitated.

The little one had only been in the world for less than a day, had suffered all the hardships, and had passed away before her parents had a chance to hold her.

Hearing this news, Jack Astor’s entire body was frozen in place, as if the sky suddenly collapsed, tears came out of his eyes, he wiped a handful of face, his voice dark and hoarse: “Don’t, don’t tell Fiona, don’t tell her.”

Such bad news, even if Fiona Croix woke up, we dare not tell.

She was so full of anticipation for this child that even the baby’s clothes were ready for the birth.

Her son Ryker is in the Astor family and she can’t get custody of him. Having a child with her gave her something to look forward to in life, but now God has cruelly robbed her of that hope.

Fiona Croix was always going to find out and I can’t imagine how devastated she would have been to learn that her child was gone.

Martin Mo took me out of the hospital and told me to take a break and come back. He went to the parking lot to drive the car and I waited for him in front of the hospital.

I caught an involuntary glimpse of an acquaintance, Dailey Rovella.

She came out of the hospital lobby and headed straight outside the main entrance of the hospital.

When did she come to the hospital?

And why was she in the hospital.

“Alva, get in the car.”

Martin Mo interrupts my thoughts.

I got into the car and went back to my rental room, taking a shower before going to rest.

Although tired and preoccupied with Fiona Croix, how could I sleep.

The place where Fiona Croix’s accident happened was a blind spot on the surveillance camera, and the owner of the motorcycle was not captured on camera, so it would take a lot of effort to find the culprit.

No matter how hard it is, Jack Astor has to find the culprit, Fiona Croix can’t suffer in vain, and the child can’t die in vain.

Fiona Croix stayed in the ICU ward for seven days before she was transferred to the general ward. The perpetrator was also found, a migrant worker from the mountainous area, a man of more than 50 years, his family is poor and destitute, he came to North City to work for a few years, in order to pay for the family’s two children to go to college, he rode his motorcycle on the night of the collision with Fiona Croix to rush back to the place because of the darkness, and said that he did not see anyone. He said he didn’t see anyone, and he was so scared that he didn’t dare to stay longer, let alone send Fiona Croix to the hospital, and ran away.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

After he was arrested, he was full of regret and admitted his mistake, saying sorry all the time.

But there are some mistakes that can’t be offset by an apology.

This accident, after calming down a little, makes people feel very strange.

Maybe I’m too sensitive. Ever since I saw Dailey Rovella in the hospital, I’ve felt that this is not a simple matter.

I asked Martin Mo to take a good look at the perpetrator.

I found out that this man usually never went back by the road he took on the day of the accident. He said he was in a hurry, but that road was the most circuitous one.

The perpetrator lied.