Deep love: insatiable lover

In hospital.

Vanessa ran gasping for breath towards the door of the resuscitation room, resting her hands on her knees and breathing heavily.

There were too many people waiting for the lift right now, and I was so anxious that I had gone straight up the stairs. Luckily, the floor of the resuscitation room was not very high, otherwise she would not have got there so quickly.

Looking at the flashing red light, Vanessa’s heart was troubled again.

Only when her breathing calmed did she straighten up and sit dishevelled on the bench like a soul-weary doll. Staring numbly at the “in surgery” sign, she prayed again and again that Henry would be safe.

Heaven seemed to have heard Vanessa’s prayers.

An hour later, the lights went out outside the resuscitation room.

Looking at the departing doctor, Vanessa stood up and approached him, asking:

-Doctor, how is everything? Are you in danger? Is it serious? Where are the injuries?

-Unfortunately, apart from the rib fracture, the patient’s right leg is the only one that is more serious. The rib almost punctured the lobe of the lung, but fortunately the patient was lucky.

-It’s wonderful, thank you very much.

Vanessa let out a long sigh of relief, it was good that she was okay.

She looked with reddened eyes at Henry, whom the nurse had brought out, and almost wept with joy.

Seeing him being taken to his room, Vanessa bothered to call Mercedes.

-Well, Enrique is fine, you don’t have to worry, mum, get some rest. I won’t be back tonight, I’ll stay at the hospital. Good, then you can come back tomorrow. You mustn’t be in a hurry, take care of your health.

Only after hanging up the phone did Vanessa sigh in relief.

He looked back at Enrique in the hospital room and smiled a grateful, tired smile.

-Enrique, fortunately you are well,” said Vanessa with immense gratitude.

-Miss Vanessa.

Vanessa looked at the two men in uniform in front of her; she had been so worried about Enrique before that she hadn’t cared about anything or anyone in the outside world. They probably knew that too, and that was why they were talking now.

-I want to know what happened at the crash site, you inspected it, what was going on at the time? -said Vanessa, frowning.

If it really was Orlando’s doing, I wouldn’t let him go free if I had a shred of evidence.

-From the traces at the scene, Mr. Enrique is partly, but not entirely, responsible. Of course, most of the blame lies with the other party. Fatigued driving caused the accident and, fortunately, neither party had too much trouble.

-Are you sure it was just an accident?

Vanessa frowned, not believing the conclusion these people were drawing.

-Yes, we have inspected the scene and we have also accessed CCTV footage. There is also testimony from… in all respects, so it was an accident.

-I see.

Vanessa knew that as they said that meant they couldn’t really find anything suspicious.

At least not with the skills of these people in front of her, and there was nothing she could do about it even if she didn’t accept it.

There was nothing I could do.

Vanessa thought in frustration, negative emotions filling her chest.

The two traffic officers looked at each other, looked at Vanessa and asked.

-Do you have any other questions?

Vanessa shook her head.

-If not, the next thing is compensation and other issues. First I would like to ask if you are going to sue the other party.

-I can’t make a decision on this at the moment, so I will let the patient make his own decision when he wakes up.

-All right. Here’s my number, you can call me anytime if you have any questions.

When they had gone, Vanessa sat down with a tired face.

Leaning against the wall and staring at the living room door, Vanessa’s mind was a whirlwind.

The sale of the company had to be put on hold because of Enrique’s accident. After all, Enrique was the only one she could trust and was capable of handling the situation, and Dylan would have noticed if she had taken action herself.

It looked like he would have to wait until Enrique got better.

If he had endured it for so long, there was no need to rush.

-Enrique had a car accident?

-Yes. According to our investigation, the accident does not seem innocent. But the other side did it so cleverly that the traffic police who were present did not detect anything out of the ordinary.

-Who did it?

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Dylan narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Mateo looked at Dylan, hesitated and said.

-Miss Vanessa is in the hospital right now and it doesn’t look like she’s going to come out tonight, to stay all night.

Dylan’s heart pounded at the thought that Vanessa had spent the whole night in the hospital guarding another man.

The thin lips pucker as if he is thinking about something.

-Sir?

Mateo asked after waiting a long time without seeing any response from him.

-I’m going out.

With that, Dylan got up and left.

-Are you going to the hospital?

-What. Do you have a problem with that?

-No.

“How dare I have a problem with that.”

Mateo grimaced and sighed inwardly. He just thought Dylan had fallen for it this time, otherwise he wouldn’t be so worried about Vanessa. Even Brisa had managed to ignore him, letting her fool around all night without even showing up.

However, the Dylan affair was one that I had to leave alone.

Hospital.

Dylan frowned as he saw Vanessa, sitting on a bench in the hallway.

She was dazed, her eyes staring in Moomin’s direction, her much thinner face expressionless. Her eyes were wide open and dull, and she looked inexplicably sad.

Dylan frowned, he didn’t like Vanessa being like this.

The first time they had met, she had been much more energetic than she was now, though Vanessa’s heart had been just as heavy then.

She stepped forward and sat down next to Vanessa.

The person next to him did not react.

Dylan was even more annoyed.

After a moment of frowning, he suddenly got up and left. When Dylan returned, he had two hot drinks in his hand, his coffee and a glass of hot milk for Vanessa.

At times like this, a cup of hot milk would be better.

The hot cup touched Vanessa’s face and she looked up with resistance and disgust at the sight of Dylan.

-Dylan, what are you doing here?

-Drink, hot milk.

Dylan did not answer Vanessa’s question, but ordered her to hold the glass with an irresistible tone.

-I asked what you are doing here.

Vanessa was in no mood to say anything more to Dylan now and frowned, asking coldly.

-Drink it if you don’t want a ride now.

Dylan’s expression did not seem to be joking at all.

Vanessa could only compromise, reluctantly taking the glass and holding it in her hand, saying.

-Is it enough?

-Drink.

Dylan ordered, narrowing his eyes.

“Damn it!”

Vanessa gritted her teeth, and the thought of throwing milk in Dylan’s face crossed her mind.