Free Web NovelChapter 284: Chapter 284: After All This, What Stimulus Is There Left to Fear?
The red light at the top of the emergency room suddenly turned green.
The attending doctor, wearing a white coat, removed his mask, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glanced at the group of people waiting outside the emergency room.
"You must be the patient’s family, right? The patient has woken up, but both her physical and mental state are still very weak. Be sure not to let her be subjected to any further stress."
The attending doctor said this, noticing that Adrian Law and Cecilia Vaughn seemed to let the words in one ear and out the other, not even bothering to nod or respond. The doctor’s face instantly turned a bit unfriendly.
"Are you two the girl’s brother and sister-in-law? When the patient was in a coma, she kept murmuring, ’Brother, believe me.’ I really don’t know what kind of family you are! Not concerned about her at all!"
"What did you do to pressure her? A perfectly good young girl, driven to the point of attempting suicide by hitting a pillar! Fortunately, the medical help came in time. Although the patient isn’t in much danger now, she has a beautiful face, and what if a scar remains on it?"
People tend to equate good looks with righteousness, especially since Rosalind White already appears to be a very soft and gentle girl, so the attending doctor was particularly attentive to her.
During the surgery, he was especially focused, even using the finest stitches, which would be less likely to leave scars when removed. With proper care, Rosalind White should be able to regain her original beauty.
...
Seeing how the attending doctor defended Rosalind White, Adrian Law had no intention of explaining, his expression cold and indifferent.
"It’s better if she’s disfigured, she brought it upon herself."
"You—"
How could he speak like this!
The attending doctor was so angry his beard bristled, almost imagining a drama of a brother and sister-in-law mistreating an innocent sister.
Were it not for Adrian Law’s overwhelming presence, the attending doctor might have started scolding.
Cecilia Vaughn knew Adrian’s mood was bad after reading the bracelet appraisal information on Rosalind, so she quickly tugged at Adrian’s sleeve, signaling him to stop talking.
Cecilia Vaughn nodded slightly with some helplessness to the attending doctor.
"Doctor, my husband and I are not blood-related to the patient."
"Is the girl inside adopted by your family?"
The attending doctor widened his eyes with curiosity, concocting an even more melodramatic scene in his mind.
Seeing his reaction, Cecilia Vaughn awkwardly shook her head, then quickly waved her hands to prevent any misunderstandings.
"No, there’s no adoption relationship either. We’re not related to her. We’re as shocked as you are about what happened. Her own family will be coming to take care of her, so don’t overthink it and get some rest."
The attending doctor puzzledly touched his beard, having originally thought Cecilia looked a bit like Rosalind White and assumed they might be sisters.
Even though Adrian appeared indifferent to the patient, he exuded a natural air of nobility, and Cecilia was poised and approachable.
Could it really be the little girl inside who’s at fault?
"Uh... Miss, forgive me for prying, but what is your relationship with the patient?"
The attending doctor rarely let his curiosity show, but Adrian’s cold gaze swept over him.
"Doctor, you’re overstepping."
This young man may look young, but his aura was truly intimidating, unlike even the executives the attending doctor usually treated...
The attending doctor shivered, realizing probing into the patient’s privacy was unprofessional, and quickly slinked away.
...
As the attending doctor left, Stacy Summers, who had gone to the front desk to get the Western medicine for Rosalind White, returned.
Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes brightened, stepping forward to support her.
"Grandma, you’re back."
This sort of thing shouldn’t trouble an elderly person, but Adrian Law was unwilling to be involved in Rosalind White’s care, and he wouldn’t allow her to be either.
The ambulance couldn’t accommodate too many people, so none of the Law family bodyguards came along.
...
Stacy Summers glanced at Adrian Law, whose face looked extremely grim, then at the freshly evaluated bracelet document in his hand. Even without looking, she guessed the result.
"Has Rosalind woken up?"
Cecilia Vaughn sighed inwardly, delicately avoiding the main issue in her response.
"Yes, Grandma, but the doctor says she has suffered severe physical and mental trauma. We should try not to stress her. Maybe... you should go see her first; it might not be suitable for Adrian and me to go."
"Alright then..."
Stacy Summers hesitated for half a second, then nodded quickly.
In contrast, Adrian Law let out a low sneer.
"A woman brave enough to hit her head against a pillar, what could she be afraid of?"
Cecilia Vaughn: "..."
She was puzzled by her man’s thinking, but upon reflection, what Adrian Law said wasn’t entirely wrong.
Adrian Law took Cecilia Vaughn’s hand, leading her straight into the hospital room.
Was the grandson planning to mock Rosalind or give her a little shock?
Stacy Summers’ temple twitched but said nothing, following them quickly into the room.
...
Inside the room, the doctors and nurses had already left.
Rosalind White looked like a ragdoll, lying quietly in the center of the room, her cheeks pale as a ghost. Although there were stitches from her forehead to her cheek, there was an almost pitifully fragile beauty about her.
Seeing her like this, Stacy Summers couldn’t deny feeling heartbroken.
"Rosalind, does your head still hurt?"
She watched this child grow up, and seeing her like this now, how could she not feel pain...
Rosalind White pushed the blanket away, eyes brimming with tears, her whole body struggling to sit up, half-leaning against the hospital bed’s wall.
"Grandma... I’m sorry for worrying you..."
Stacy Summers’ lips moved a few times, intending to offer words of comfort, but Adrian Law’s sarcastic remark replayed in her mind.
—A woman brave enough to hit her head against a pillar, what could she be afraid of?
In the end, all of this, it was Rosalind White who brought it upon herself.
Stacy Summers’ eyes darkened, ultimately closing her mouth, only extending her hand to gently stroke Rosalind White’s hair.
Seeing Stacy Summers without a consoling word, Rosalind White panicked inside. She had risked her life for sympathy. Wasn’t Grandma always her biggest supporter? Why now...
Rosalind White choked back tears, her eyes shedding them like they cost nothing.
Her tearful eyes, pitifully tugging at Stacy Summers’ arm.
"Grandma, have I disappointed you?"
Stacy Summers didn’t know whether to nod or shake her head.
Seeing Stacy Summers hesitating, Rosalind White’s heart sank, she looked anxiously at Adrian Law.
"Adrian, did you investigate my bracelet? I really didn’t do those things, nor did I poison my sister-in-law, please believe me, okay?"
As she spoke, tears flowed more freely down her face, looking utterly fragile.
But Adrian Law sneered, suddenly starting to clap his hands.
"Who said I don’t believe you?"
Rosalind White paused, her sobs abruptly stopping—
