Two days later.
Yolanda Bardot was still in the same doll's wrinkled wedding dress, sitting in the hospital ward.
She had cried all her tears out.
Her eyes were incredibly swollen, like a rotten peach.
A horrifying sight.
Her husband was still unconscious in the Intensive Care Unit...
Ella Lacey and Tercy Mason had stayed with her for two days, literally at her side every moment, fearing that something might happen to her.
But right now,
She remained silent. She used to cry, but now she was almost blinded by tears. What fell now were almost translucent blood threads.
It was disturbing.
Ella Lacey couldn't stand it, so she asked Tercy Mason to look after her, going to find Alexander Stuart, and said urgently, "Dr. Stuart, when you are resuscitating Uncle Chen, can you also help Little Bardot? Seeing her cry non-stop for two days and two nights, my heart is broken."
"Miss Ella, you mean...?" Alexander and Ella exchanged a glance.
"Yes!" She nodded vigorously.
