The Contract Marriage

Chapter 323 Die From Vomiting Blood

"Vivian's mother, what are you saying? The doctor said that the surgery has already been completed. You won't have any more problems. You will recover from your injuries. Do you understand? " Mr. Holmes suppressed the sadness in his heart and looked at his wife who kept consoling him.

Mrs. Holmes shook her head powerlessly. "Sigh. . . My own situation, how could I not know? . . . Our son is still in university. . . Old man, you have to let him go. . . Don't let him waste his time. . . Let him to study, understand?" Mrs. Holmes was panting a little as she spoke. Every word she said caused a piercing pain in her body.

"Don't talk nonsense. . . You will definitely get better! Just now the doctor said that your surgery was very successful! Don't worry too much about your body. You will get better! Right, Vivian’s mother, did you see someone at the entrance of the community today? The traffic police gave me 50,000 yuan and said that you brought it with you? What's with that 50,000 yuan?" He was afraid that she would feel sad again, so Mr. Holmes changed the topic.

Mrs. Holmes looked at the ceiling and thought for a while. After a while, she finally remembered that she went to see the Cooper Family's maid, Hannah. The fifty thousand yuan was returned to her by Hannah. After that, Hannah took a taxi and left.

"Cough, cough, cough. . . " When she thought of Hannah leaving just like that, Mrs. Holmes's heart was filled with anger. She could not help but cough violently.

Mr. Holmes was so scared that he was immediately at a loss. He did not know what to do. He got up and wanted to find a doctor but was stopped by Mrs. Holmes again. "I am fine. . . Come back. . . "

Seeing that she gradually stopped coughing, Mr. Holmes sat back down and looked at her.

"That fifty thousand yuan was borrowed by a friend of Vivian in the past. She returned it today, so I went to the entrance of the neighbourhood. Who would have thought. . ." Mrs. Holmes sighed as she spoke. Even she herself did not think that such a thing would happen.

"Oh. . . That's good. Have a good rest. I have already collected the money. Don't worry too much." Mr. Holmes repeatedly comforted her.

"Keep the money in Vivian's name. When she comes out in the future, she will definitely use it again."

"Okay. . . I got it. I will use her name to save the money." Mr. Holmes did not dare to say anything against Mrs. Holmes’s wish.

"Also. . . There is a doctor in this hospital called Greta Hughes. She is in the Gynaecology Department. Can you get her to meet me? I have something important to tell her." The pain in her body came over again and again. Mrs. Holmes did not want to waste any time and looked at her husband to urge him.

"Take care of your body first, wait. . ."

"Cough cough. . . " Mrs. Holmes could not help but cough when she heard his words.

Mr. Holmes's expression changed. He immediately stood up and said, "Okay, okay! Wait! I will go and find her immediately!"

He was afraid that his wife's body would have problems. Mr. Holmes was so scared that he quickly nodded. But thinking about it, he looked at Mrs. Holmes and said, "Since it is the obstetrics and gynaecology department, then they won't let me in to see her. Besides, she doesn't know me!"

"Just say. . . You are Vivian's father. . . There are some things that I want to tell her. If she doesn't come, she will definitely regret it. . ."

"Alright, alright, alright! Don't be anxious! I'll go right away! I'll go right away!"

Ever since Greta started work today, her left eyelid had been constantly twitching. She was so disturbed that she could not calm her heart. It was not easy for her to reach three o'clock in the afternoon. Then her eyelids suddenly stopped twitching and finally returned to normal. Greta's mood also became a little better.

Actually, since Ethan suddenly got sick and hospitalized a while ago, she had not been living well. She always had nightmares at night. She dreamed that Ethan suddenly left the world and came back to ask for his life.

Every time she woke up in the dark, she was so scared that she broke out in cold sweat. A few days ago, she heard that Ethan had finally been discharged from the hospital. Only then did she feel a little better.

She had promised to go on a blind date tonight. She looked at the time. It was already past three o'clock. When she thought about how she could get off work in two hours, she felt a lot more relaxed.

Just as she was about to let another pregnant woman in, the door was pushed open by the nurse outside the door.

"What's the matter?"

"Doctor Hughes, there's an old man outside who says he wants to see you,"

Greta frowned and impatiently waved her hand. "I do not know any old man. You just need to send him away."

"He won't leave no matter what! He also asked me to tell you that he is Vivian's father and had some things that he wanted to tell you. If you don't want to see him, you will definitely regret it. . ."

Greta's face twitched unnaturally when she heard the name Vivian. However, with the nurse here, she still maintained a bit of calmness as she stood up. "Got it. Go and do your work. He's my friend's father. I'll go and see him. "

She put on a mask as she spoke and walked out of her consultation room.

According to the nurse’s instructions, Greta quickly saw Mr. Holmes. He was standing in the corridor not far away. She took a handwritten copy of her white coat and walked towards Mr. Holmes.

"You are Uncle Holmes, right?" Greta walked in front of Mr. Holmes and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, yes, yes. It's me."

"Why are you looking for me?"

"It's like this. Vivian's mother got into a car accident today and has just finished the surgery. She was in the ward upstairs. She said she wanted to see you and talk to you. If you don't go. . ."

Before Mr. Holmes could finish, Greta turned around and walked to the corridor beside her. "Let's go!" Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

She knew it well, so she did not need him to say it clearly.

Mr. Holmes brought Greta to the room where Mrs. Holmes stayed. After walking in, Mrs. Holmes first sent Mr. Holmes away. Seeing him walk out of the ward and then lightly close the door of the room, she looked at Greta with relief.

"Auntie, is there something you need me for?" Greta looked at Mrs. Holmes who was on the bed and slightly frowned. After a moment, she sat down beside her bed.

"My condition is not very good. . . I will get straight to the point. . . "

"Okay! Auntie can say whatever you want to say!" Greta did not reject. After all, Mrs. Holmes clearly knew what she was doing.

"Regarding Julian's father, Vivian still did not reveal about you. . . I am not in good health now. . . You have to do one thing for me. . . "

"Auntie, please speak. . . "

"Come over here a little. . . " Mrs. Holmes indicated for her to be closer to her.

Greta hesitated for a moment but still moved closer to Mrs. Holmes's mouth. After listening to what Mrs. Holmes said, Greta sat up straight and looked at Mrs. Holmes on the bed with a hesitant expression.

"I know that this time around. . . It is very likely that I will not be able to make it through. . . You must help Vivian with this matter. . . Cough cough. . ." Mrs. Holmes could not help but cough after saying that.

"Then. . . What if I don't help?" Greta did not like people threatening her the most. She looked at Mrs. Holmes who was on the bed and asked coldly.

"Ahem. . . About Ethan, then you. . . Wait to go to jail. You. . . " Mrs. Holmes felt that she was going to die anyway. She endured the pain in her body and looked at Greta.

Greta was silent for a while and after a while she stood up, "Alright. . . I will do this thing. . . You should rest well. Now that your body is already like this yet you are still thinking about this kind of thing, I will leave first. . ."

Finishing, she did not wait for Mrs. Holmes to speak again and walked to the door with a cold face to open the door and leave.

"You. . . " Mrs. Holmes looked at Greta's back and once again coughed violently. "Cough, cough, cough. . .” At the end of the cough, Mrs. Holmes only felt a surge of blood rushing up to the sky from her throat.

Mr. Holmes had been waiting in the corridor outside the door. When the door opened, he walked over worriedly.

"Uncle, Auntie has told me that she is not in good health. You must take good care of her. I am leaving. " Greta nodded at Mr. Holmes and left.

Mr. Holmes looked at her back and heard intense coughing coming from the ward. He quickly pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing his wife coughing non-stop, he quickly walked to the bedside. Seeing Mrs. Holmes bleeding, he shouted in fear, "Doctor!"

The doctor came very quickly. Mrs. Holmes was pushed into the operating theatre again in a short while. Seeing the light on again, Mr. Holmes's heart tightened again.

The surgery this time only lasted for more than half an hour before the door of the operating theatre was pushed open. Seeing the doctor walk out, Mr. Holmes immediately heaved a sigh of relief and walked over. "Doctor, how is my wife?"

The other party shook his head and looked at Mr. Holmes helplessly. "I'm sorry! This time we have tried our best! The bleeding from before has clearly been stopped. But this time, for some reason, the bleeding from the original wound became even more severe. It simply could not be stopped. We really did our best. . . "

After saying that, the doctor looked at Mr. Holmes and nodded apologetically. Then, he passed by Mr. Holmes's body and quickly left.

Mr. Holmes staggered a little. He held onto the wall and just stood there. He then saw Mrs. Holmes being pushed out of the operating theatre by a nurse. She was covered in a white cloth!

Mr. Holmes staggered forward and lifted the white cloth from Mrs. Holmes’s face. He could not help but shed tears. "Wife, why did you leave just like that? How could you bear to leave me behind?"

Mr. Holmes looked at his wife in front of him. She was lying on the bed without any motion. He couldn't help but burst into tears.

Mrs. Holmes was pushed to the morgue in the end. Mr. Holmes fell to the ground in despair and cried. He did not know how long he cried before he stood up from the ground. He shakily supported the handrail on the wall and went downstairs. He walked out of the clinic hall and walked towards the door of the hospital in a daze.

Thinking about how his daughter was still in prison, thinking about his son who was still in university. . . Thinking about his life in the future, he suddenly had the thought of leaving the world with his wife.

Looking at the road outside the gate, he stumbled and wanted to walk over, but just as he took two steps, he stopped again. He had been immersed in the grief of his wife's death, but he had actually forgotten one thing.

Why did Mrs. Holmes die from vomiting blood not long after the woman he called over went in? Did she do something to his wife?

With this thought, he quickly turned around and went to Greta's office!