Chapter 175 Would You Like

• to Talk to Me? These words invaded Evelyn’s ears, leaving her stunned and disoriented. In an instant, panic took over her. No matter how resolute she had been throughout the night, hearing the bad news about him, she couldn’t help but sound choked up, “How is he now? Is he okay?” “He hasn’t regained consciousness yet. We need to perform gastric lavage first.” Evelyn’s heart suddenly clenched with pain. She hurried downstairs to retrieve her car keys without even having time to change her dirty clothes. “Doctor Lane, wait for me. I’ll be there right away!” After hanging up the phone, Evelyn hurriedly went to the garage. With the thought of Huston lying in the hospital, she was so flustered that she struggled to fasten her seatbelt, attempting several times before finally securing it. She had never driven this fast in her entire life. Normally, even slightly increasing her driving speed made her feel scared.
• However, now the speedometer displayed a speed exceeding 110 miles per hour, and she didn’t feel a trace of fear. Thoughts of Huston entirely consumed her mind. Did he not come back last night just to drink all night? He drank until he had lost consciousness and stomach bleeding. Evelyn’s eyes became red, and she hastily wiped them with her hand, fearing that she couldn’t see the road ahead clearly. The thought of him mistreating his body in such a way made her chest tighten, and she struggled to catch her breath. It turned out that she was not the only one who was in pain. He was also in pain. If she had known it would turn out like this, she would have forsaken all her pride and never pushed him away. It was a nerve-wracking journey, but Evelyn finally arrived at the hospital.
• She hurriedly headed towards the department Kevin mentioned. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Kevin and a group of doctors and nurses pushing Huston, who was on a stretcher, toward the hospital room. She ran up to him in a few steps. Looking at the pale man with his eyes closed, Evelyn felt as if thousands of ants were biting her heart. A warm hand landed on her shoulder, and Evelyn turned her gaze to see. Choking back her tears, she asked, “Is he… all right? “He’s temporarily stable, but his stomach condition isn’t good. He probably hasn’t been able to eat properly lately and has to rely on nutrition injections and a liquid diet,” Kevin replied. Seeing Evelyn crying heavily, he could not utter the reproachful words he had intended to say.