Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 761 Hope You Wouldn’t Mind

Biting her bottom lip, the woman came out of her mind-wandering, tried to repress her boiling emotions with a deep breath, and forced a smile on her face, "Sir, let's go back to the man lying inside the ER. That's what matters right now. As for what I used to look..."

Her eyes darkened for a second. "You won't see me again after that sir is cured, so there's no need to know what I used to look like..."

"Yeah, Dr. Lansdale, why do you have to find out what a stranger used to look like? Just let me how Mr. Farrell is doing," agreed Ben, nodding.

A reflective light flashed across Elias' glasses.

Indeed, the woman was just a stranger to him.

Theoretically, he shouldn't have shown any interest in that woman even if she had made herself a toad.

But somehow he was really obsessed with the woman's face.

He had an intuition that it would be a big surprise.

With that Elias adjusted his glasses and said with a mysterious smile, "Sure, let's talk about Jared Farrell."

There was no rush to figure out what she used to look like.

He would have plenty of time for that.

There hadn't been anything he wanted to know but failed to find out about unless he stopped being curious himself.

"Then just tell me," urged Ben with clenching fists.

Elias took a look at the ER. "He is all right. The accident didn't cause any injury but an impact on the back of his head, but that's no reason for his comma."

Relieved to hear that his boss was all right, Ben paced the hall in rapture. "That's great, so great. Then I won't have to worry about telling Lady Georgia about this. I can keep my job."

The woman in the wheelchair, however, wasn't at all surprised to hear the good news. Quite the contrary, she seemed unhappy with it.

All right? How could he be all right?

Darn! She should have killed him with the car.

Heaven knew how happy she was to learn that he was in a coma, believing that he must have suffered a terrible injury.

Then she was only to be told that it left just an impact on his head, and he was fine...

The woman clenched her fist with a strong sense of grievance.

Unaware of what was on her mind, Ben asked Elias excitedly, "Dr. Lansdale, then why did Mr. Farrell pass out? Was it because..."

Suddenly he realized something. He stopped, turned his head to the woman nearby, and said in a cold voice, "You aren't supposed to hear the following conversation, so please stay away from us." That was a demand rather than a negotiation.

"Sure," agreed the woman meekly and wheeled herself away.

As she reached a place out of Ben's sight, she hung her head with her eyes glittering.

What did he mean?

What could it be that she wasn't supposed to hear? Could it be a secret disease that Jared Farrell had?

If so...

The woman smiled with a creepily murky look in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Ben turned to Elias and asked, "So, Dr. Lansdale, did he collapse because of his heart?"

"Pretty much," answered the unemotional Elias, spinning his lancet, "It's likely that his heart rate increased too much for it to bear the moment when the accident happened. It triggered the brain to cause the comma. He's fine now and will be awake soon. But we can't just keep it like this. A heart has to be found as soon as possible."

"We've found one." Ben tousled his hair. "But the donor is still alive, so we haven't got it."

"Huh," Elias raised his eyebrow and said, "How much longer will the donor live?"

"About half a year."

Elias nodded slightly, "He can make it then."

"I'm so relieved to hear that," Ben laughed in relief.

He was worried that the accident would shorten the life of Mr. Farrell's heart and that he would die even before the donor did.

Fortunately, Elias's answer stopped him from worrying.

"All right, then he will soon be transferred to the sickroom, just for tonight though, and you will have to leave tomorrow. We don't have more beds for you."

After that Elias yawned and walked away.

More than ten minutes later, Jared was transferred to a ward with an IV attached.

Sure enough Ben and the woman followed him into the room.

But the former left to deal with the check-in procedure soon after.

But before he left, he got out of his way to cast the woman out of the ward and shut the door in case she was left alone with Mr. Farrell.

After all, who knew what that woman would do to Mr.Farrell while he was away?

Sure the woman would not have the nerve to murder.

But what if she went rogue? Mr. Farrell was a good-looking man, so it was hard not to think that she would make advances on him.

Therefore Ben warned the woman not to sneak into the room again and again before he could finally leave.

The woman, however, sniffed at him the moment he walked away, opened the door, and went straight in there.

At the same time, Amber finally made it to the hospital after a long time.

She placed a call to Ben, inquiring about Jared's situation.

Her heart was finally set at rest as she was told that it was just a small impact that caused his comma, so he would be all right and discharged the day later. Having learned Jared's location, she smiled and put away her phone. She was to take of him, but the smile on her face froze as she opened the door.

A woman was seen sitting by his bed and bending over him to wipe his face with a wet white towel, in a very gentle manner.

They looked like a loving married couple and the wife was scrupulously attending to her sick husband. What a touching scene to see!

If the man lying on the bed hadn't been her boyfriend, she would have felt moved and said nice things about them.

But the fact was, it was her boyfriend who was lying on that bed and who was being taken care of by a strange woman.

How could she just feel glad?

And the woman didn't appear to be a care worker.

Because what kind of care worker cared for others while she was sitting in a wheelchair herself?

Besides, the woman was pretty!

"You are?" asked the woman softly. Apparently, she didn't expect anyone to come at that time, so she looked at Amber, confused.

Amber bit her rosy lip and didn't answer. Instead, she let go of the door handle and stepped in.

If it had been 6 years before, she would have definitely felt sad, cried, and then covered her face with her hands and run away.

But she wouldn't be doing it and she was perfectly sane.

She had never seen the woman. She had neither known her nor seen her around Jared, so she shouldn't have had anything to do with him.

So that left the only possibility that she was the culprit Ben had mentioned on the phone.

Amber wore an icy look on her face as she went to the bed. She first looked at the towel in the woman's hand and then where she placed her other hand.

Her face darkened as she said coldly, "Miss, could you please take your hand off my boyfriend's chest?"