Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 141

Howard rushed to the emergency room and saw the man who was smoking outside from a distance. He stood in the middle of the darkness with only the faint light from the dim street lights that stretched his shadow thin and long.

As he approached, Stanley who heard the noise looked up which made Howard startle in shock. "Hey, what happened with your face?"

There were injuries on Stanley's face that were obviously the result of him being beaten up. Who would beat Stanley? Did he have a death wish?

Howard did not dare to think too much and immediately went up to check on his injury. Stanley waved his hand impatiently. "I won't die!"

Howard squinted at him.

"Then why did you call me here?"

He thought but he didn't dare to say it out loud because it was obvious that Stanley was in a bad mood, and his whole body was full of malicious aura.

Howard didn't have the courage to provoke him.

The vision was poor in the dark night but the sense of hearing was sensitive.

In the distance, several hasty footsteps quickly came in their direction. When Howard saw the people coming over, his eyes widened in surprise. "Jackson, Jimmy, why are you all here?"

Jimmy pursed his lips and glanced at the silent man smoking silently. He pulled Howard aside and said, "It's a long story. Don't go there. Jackson has something to tell Stanley."

Howard nodded, dazed.

"Harvey Wells escaped."

Jackson stood in front of Stanley and told him the result without hesitation.

At that time, there was a gunshot inside the factory. He and Jimmy immediately rushed in and saw Sharon holding Shawn who was covered with blood. Stanley stood straight on the spot, and Harvey was nowhere to be seen.

Stanley, who was smoking, suddenly raised his head, and his eyes shone with sharp light. "He was swift."

"I have already applied for the arrest order, and Jimmy will also cooperate with me. As long as Harvey shows up, we can catch him." Jackson looked at the wound on his face and frowned. "Let Howard check it for you."

Stanley waved his hand and looked behind Jackson where all Jackson's men were standing in the distance. He moved his thin lips and said, "Thank you for tonight. I'll thank your buddies in person next time."

"Don't worry about it." Jackson's eyes became deeper. "When we went, we searched inside and outside but we didn't see Shawn. It was speculated that not long after we went in, Shawn arrived and stayed put until... he took a bullet for Sharon."

Stanley stopped smoking, his brows knotted, and then took a deep drag. The smell of tobacco surged into his lungs, suppressing the boiling emotions in his heart.

Jackson looked at Stanley whose fingertips turned white and sighed. "I knew about the relationship between Sharon and Shawn some time ago..."

Stanley suddenly raised his head and looked at him in astonishment.

"I asked Sharon indirectly. She admitted that she knew Shawn, but she asked me not to tell you... But I believe that she didn't mean to hide it from you."

Stanley's frown grew deeper and deeper. After remaining silent for a long time, he asked hoarsely, "When did you know about them?"

"The first time I saw Sharon, I only felt that this girl looked familiar and always felt that I had seen her somewhere before. One day, I suddenly remembered that when I was in contact with the Lewis Family in Cresthill, I happened to see a photo in Shawn's wallet."

Jackson pursed his lips and said, "It was a photo of Sharon when she was young in Shawn's wallet. She is now grown up and has changed a little bit, so I didn't recognize her immediately when I saw her for the first time and just felt that she looked familiar."

Stanley's smoking became more and more intense. The scene in Grasmere where Shawn said passionately that he had lost his treasure flashed across Stanley's mind again...

Another scene was during that very night when Sharon held his waist and called him "Shawn" in a daze in her dream. He had always been smart, but at that time, he didn't think deeply about this at all.

Because he really couldn't imagine that Sharon and Shawn actually knew each other.

In the abandoned factory, Shawn ran out to take a bullet for Sharon. Sharon held him in her arms and cried out loud. Up to now, his mind was filled with her holding another man and crying so hard that it almost broke his heart.

His wife was so sad while she was holding another man in her arms as if she had lost the whole world.

How should he face this situation?

There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth. "No wonder she refuses to leave the operating room so stubbornly. They have such a strong emotional foundation for so many years."

Jackson smiled bitterly and said, "Hey, don't think that way, and don't speculate about Sharon. After all, Shawn took that bullet for her. If it weren't for him, the person lying in the emergency room now would be Sharon. Put yourself in her shoes. Anyone who was rescued would be grateful and sorrowful in their heart. It was normal for Sharon to react this way."

Stanley simply pursed his lips and sneered.

"Besides, their relationship is not ordinary. When Sharon was in junior high school, Shawn moved into her home and her father sort- of adopted him. They probably didn't share the intimate relationship but simply the sibling's affection."

Jackson said, patting him on the shoulder, "There are too many things that happened tonight. Don't be upset. Wait until tomorrow. Everything will be settled down by then. Have a good talk with Sharon."

After a puff of smoke, Stanley lifted his eyelids and said, "It's getting late. You can all go back."

Knowing that he was annoyed and wanted to be alone, Jackson agreed, leaving him alone to calm down.

Jimmy saw Jackson leave and thought for a while. "Stanley, Howard, I'll go first. I need to write a few reports about what happened tonight." There was nothing for him to do here anyway, so he left after that.

After that, he signaled Howard with his eyes and motioned him to examine the wounds on Stanley's body.

Howard nodded to indicate that he knew it. Only then did Jimmy leave with peace of mind.

After a long time, Howard came to Stanley who was full of chill, scratching his hair and licking his lips, and said, "Stanley, Jimmy told me everything that happened to you. I think you're not doing so well. You should let me check you out immediately."

After being beaten so many times, the wounds on the surface looked so horrible, and the internal injury was probably even worse.

Howard pointed to Stanley's head and said, "How do you feel now? Is there any sign of dizziness? If you feel dizzy again, maybe it's concussion..."

Before he could finish his words, Stanley, who was standing straight and smoking, suddenly shivered slightly and fell to the side.

"Stanley!"

Howard's expression shifted, and he immediately reached out to hold him.

The next day, when the sun came out, all the species began to welcome a new day.

Peter carried the breakfast to the intensive care unit.

Until this morning, two hours ago, when the sun emerged, the doctor pushed Shawn out of the operating room.

Fortunately, the shot didn't hit any of his vital organs. The bullet was only an inch away from his heart. If it moved a few inches closer to the heart...

Peter didn't dare to think about it.

Shawn had lost too much blood. After a few hours of operation, he returned to the ward safely, but his body was still extremely weak.

He lay in ICU for a few hours, and the woman stood in the corridor outside for a few hours.

Peter sighed and walked over. "Miss Cruz, I bought some breakfast. Please have some."

Sharon looked at the motionless Shawn on the bed from the glass window.

Peter looked at the scene with a sigh. It seemed that Miss Cruz would only be relieved if Shawn transferred from the ICU to the general ward.

He had to put the breakfast aside and silently waited with her.

Urgent footsteps came from far away. Peter had not turned his head when he heard the voice behind him, "Peter, how is Young Master?"

He turned around and found that it was Ayana who sprinted toward him.

Last night's incident was considered to be quite significant. After Ayana was rescued, she was taken to the police station to make a statement. Because they knew Sharon, they released Sharon early to let her come to the hospital. Ayana stayed there for half a night.

As soon as she came out of the police station, she rushed over.

She had been on tenterhooks all the way for fear that something bad would happen to Shawn.

But judging from the current situation, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Peter pointed to the ward. "Young Master's operation is very successful but he hasn't woken up yet. He will be transferred to the general ward tomorrow."

Ayana breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. "That's good."

After that, her lips sank as she pushed Peter aside, went straight to Sharon, and slapped her hard.

The slapping sound was particularly loud and crisp.

Ayana's sudden slap shocked not only Peter but also the other nurses.

Sharon only looked at her silently.

Ayana clenched her hands as if she was trying her best to restrain her emotions. "Shawn is lying in the hospital now. Whose fault do you think it is? Yours! If it weren't for you, he would still be fine!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand in anger and wanted to slap her the second time.

Peter grabbed her wrist and said, "Miss Ayana, that's enough."

He frowned and looked at her.

Ayana looked at him in disbelief. "It was she who made Young Master get shot. It was she who made him admit to the hospital. Are you actually taking her side?"

Peter told the truth, "Miss Cruz is also very upset now. You shouldn't have done this."

Ayana shook off his hand and said, "Yes, I'm the bad person here. She's the good person!"

As she said this, she turned around and sat down on the bench with a terrible look on her face.

Peter sighed helplessly.

"She's right," Sharon, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly opened her mouth and said in a hoarse voice.

Her face was as pale as a sheet of transparent paper. "It's my fault. If it weren't for me, Shawn wouldn't have been like this..."

If it weren't for her, Shawn wouldn't have gone through hell.

If it weren't for her, Shawn wouldn't have been like this, lying in the ICU ward with all kinds of tubes and cables on his body.

If it weren't for her, Shawn would still be fine...

Sharon covered her face, and the more she thought about it, the more sorrowful she felt.

She should be the person lying on the hospital bed, but Shawn took her place. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her heart was in a mess for the whole night.

At this moment, Ayana's slap brought her back to her senses. All her strength seemed to be drained from her body, and her legs went weak. She couldn't stand it anymore, so she slipped down on the ground against the door of the ward, gasping.