Chapter 280
Chapter 280:
Following the direction of the voice, Annabel saw Brett and several managers of Benton Group’s French branch sitting next to the emergency room. Everyone looked worried sick.
Annabel walked over in a daze. “How is Rupert p>
Brett shook his head and sighed. “I just got here. I came as soon as I got the news. How did this happen p>
“I don’t know. The warehouse exploded out of the blue,” Annabel replied, rubbing her aching temples.
Only then did it truly hit her how strange this all was.
The warehouse hadn’t exploded until she and Rupert arrived…
How could that be a coincidence?
Just then, the door to the emergency room swung open, and the doctor wheeled Rupert out on a gurney.
“Oh, my God! Rupert, are you okay?” Annabel rushed over immediately and looked at Rupert with concern.
But Rupert didn’t answer her.
He was unconscious, lying quietly on the gurney. His handsome face was extremely pale, and his eyes were tightly closed. His head and legs were wrapped in bandages, and there were faint bloodstains on the white gauze.
A lump formed in Annabel’s throat and she almost burst into tears on the spot. She swallowed and forced herself to calm down. She couldn’t break down at such a critical moment.
“Doctor, is he going to be okay?” Annabel asked in a trembling voice.
Despite asking, she was terrified to hear the answer.
The doctor said gravely, “He was hit by a sheet of metal, and the injury to his head was serious. Although we’ve treated him as best as we could, his condition is still not optimistic p>
Find the magic on gⱯlnσν𝓮𝓁s․𝒸𝗼𝗺
Not optimistic? What was that supposed to mean?
The doctor’s words were like a knife to Annabel’s heart.
Why was Rupert so stupid? Why did he have to risk his life to save her?
“When will he wake up?” Annabel asked in a small voice, biting her lip hard to keep herself from crying.
The doctor sighed. “It’s hard to tell. It could be today, it could be tomorrow, or p>
He didn’t finish the sentence, but his meaning was clear.
Worry, anxiety, regret… A storm of emotions tore through her. Annabel lowered her head to look at the pale, unconscious Rupert. “He’ll be fine,” she said firmly, although her voice was a bit shaky.
Brett placed a hand on her shoulder and said, “Yes, he’ll be fine. You’re injured too. Go back to your ward and get some rest. We’ll make sure Rupert is taken care of p>
“I’m fine. I need to stay with Rupert.” Annabel shook her head stubbornly.
The doctor wheeled Rupert into the VIP ward. Sitting next to the bed, Annabel looked down at his familiar, handsome face and said remorsefully, “I’m sorry, Rupert. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t insisted on coming to France, this wouldn’t have p>
Her voice faltered. After a pause, Annabel’s tone broke as she held Rupert’s hand and whispered, “Rupert, you have to wake up p>