On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 137

While he waited for Jessica, George’s phone rang incessantly. Calls from his office, calls from home. He ignored them all. Eventually, the calls started going to Frank Ward’s phone. Left with no choice, Frank came to the hospital.

“Lawrence Harris is related to the Gates family,” Frank said softly, approaching George. “That’s not the main issue. The problem is his father works for the government. Making an enemy of him could be bad for business.”

George sat slumped in a chair, a gaunt, skeletal figure. After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice raspy. “I don’t care.”

“Understood,” Frank said, and took a seat to wait with him.

About an hour later, Nathan White finally emerged from the operating room. George was on his feet in an instant.

Nathan clapped a hand on his shoulder. “She’s fine. Don’t worry. It was just alcohol poisoning combined with extreme shock. The danger has passed.”

George nodded, his body slumping in relief.

Nathan gave him a searching look. “I heard what happened. You’ve made a big mess this time. Shouldn’t you go home and deal with it? I can have a nurse watch over Ms. Brown.”

George shook his head.

Nathan pursed his lips. “Alright then. I’ll go make some calls and see how badly your family wants to kill you.” He stripped off his white coat as he spoke. Frank also took his leave.

A short while later, Jessica was moved to a private room. George followed the gurney inside. He gently traced the bruises on her face. When she winced in her sleep, he leaned down and blew softly on a cut on her forehead.

The name was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head. George pulled back, looking down at her flushed face. He cupped her jaw, his thumb pressing into her skin. “Jessica Brown,” he said, his voice a harsh whisper, “you deserve to be tormented by Lance Smith! Why did I even bother saving you?”

He sat back down heavily, his long, narrow eyes filled with a cold, piercing light as he stared at her, an unfamiliar ache spreading through his chest.

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A light rain was falling outside when Jessica awoke, her head spinning. The first thing she saw was a nurse giving her an IV.

“Ms. Brown, you’re awake!” the nurse said, her face lighting up. “Are you feeling any pain?”