Her mouth was full of the hauntingly sweet taste as she curled up, feeling unwell.
"Evelyn Sherman, open your eyes and look at me. You are not allowed to sleep, do you hear me?" Chester Yale held her tightly in his arms, a trace of panic brushing over his mesmerizing face. He suddenly picked her up, and rushed out of the private room.
They had to breeze through numerous red lights until they finally reached the hospital.
As he placed the unconscious Evelyn on the sickbed, Chester reached out to grab the doctor's coat collar, growling.
"Save her! Quickly save her! If anything happens to her, all of you will pay!"
"Yes, Mr. Chester, we will certainly do our best!"
The doctor answered in terrified hurry, immediately instructing the nurse to wheel Evelyn into the inspection room.
Chester watched the door close in front of him and he felt helpless. Turning around, he smashed his fist into the wall.
