Will she die?
The three words were spoken with extreme impatience.
Eve Thompson's fingers tightened around her phone, her knuckles turning white.
She did not answer, but Jonas Thompson knew what was going on; he spoke again, "I'm busy over here, hanging up! Beep, beep, beep..."
Eve slowly put down the phone.
It seemed that for Jonas Thompson, his wife mattered only if she was dead.
Her eyes grew cold, and an air of terrifying darkness enveloped her, as if she were an Asura from hell.
Well, fine, great!
If her husband would not take care of his injured wife in the hospital, she would make him do it.
She picked up the phone again and dialed 110 to report: "Hello, this is XX Hospital, there was a break-in in our house, and my mother was injured..."
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Half an hour later.
Eve sat by the hospital bed, watching her mother already dressed in hospital clothes. Her face was pale and almost transparent. The long eyelashes cast shadows on her closed eyes.
