A Broken Heart

Half an hour later, Lilia was ushered out of the emergency room first.

The woman closed her eyes tightly on the bed. Even with the subtle makeup on her cheeks, she still couldn't cover her swollen forehead and bloodstains.

Jean's heart tightened at once.

He stepped forward and stopped at the side of the hospital bed. He tried to touch her with his hand, but he stopped near her cheek. "How's her condition?"

The man looked at his wife who was fast asleep. With a gasp, Jean looked at the doctor who looked tense, his tone sounded very careful.

The doctor subconsciously glanced at Harold and the others, he then shifted his gaze to look at Jean, but he didn't hesitate anymore. "The patient was injured in the head, and we just took a CT of her brain. Judging from the results, there was swelling in the forehead. Fortunately, the brain tissue was not badly injured and the rest of her body wasn't either. But ..."