"Baby, I'm fine!" Jared Hughes wiped the sweat from Betsy Russell's forehead, feeling extremely heartbroken. He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss, and gently comforted her.
Betsy's brows gradually relaxed, her sleep talk stopped, and her hand unintentionally clutched Jared's uninjured hand, finally falling into a peaceful sleep.
Looking at Betsy's expression, Jared's heart was filled with emotion, and his lips couldn't help but curl up.
His broken hand still hurt a little, but whenever he saw Betsy, he thought this pain was nothing at all.
Betsy had a dream.
In the dream, just as she rushed to the emergency room door, she saw that the person covered in white cloth being pushed out on a cart was Jared.
She could hardly believe her eyes. Jared was supposed to be alive and well, with only a minor fracture in his hand; how could he possibly be dead?
However, Lisa Donovan and Natalie approached and tried to comfort her.
