99 Bloody Lashes And A Bullet To His Hear

"Absolutely not," I said, looking back and smiling, pulling my hand back directly. "Did I say anything wrong? If the mother didn't make it off the operating table today, it would be your neglect."

"And when you came, you only cared about whether the baby was a boy. Did you consider the feelings of the mother? Did you fulfill your husband's responsibility?*

"How dare you say that about my son?!" The woman was furious, and as she spoke, she raised her hand high and tried to slap my face.

I grabbed her wrist, threw it back, and the woman, who didn't expect me to be so tough and had less strength than the younger me, fell backward.

The man quickly supported the old woman, and he looked at me reproachfully: "You are a doctor. How can you hit my mother?”

I was obviously not the type to be morally blackmailed: "Is a doctor supposed to endure and be silent, and just stand here and take a beating for no reason?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and the woman became even more furious. She rushed over, and her nails scratched at my face without regard for anything.

It seemed that she was hard to deal with.

At that moment, a tall and upright figure suddenly appeared and blocked in front of me.

I looked at the broad back of the man in front of me, and I was very surprised. Why was Joey here?

The man's tall shadow covered the woman, looking down at her with a cold gaze, and his tone was unfriendly: "If you move her again, don't blame me for being rude."

Not wearing a white coat, he clearly wasn't a doctor from this hospital, and thus had no concerns about dealing with patients and their families.

The moment the woman touched the cold gaze of the man, the previously aggressive woman's momentum immediately weakened.

Joey looked at the two of them, speaking clearly and firmly, with a terrifying coldness around him: "Who is right and who is wrong, you know it yourself. Don't cause her any more trouble."

The woman, facing such a tall man, didn't dare to say much for a while, and just nodded sullenly.

Joey then turned around and pulled me away.

I frowned and tried to pull my hand out, but Joey held it too tightly.

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"Absolutely not," I said, looking back and smiling, pulling my hand back directly, “Did I say anything wrong? If the mother didn't make it off the operating table today, it would be your neglect."

"And when you came, you only cared about whether the baby was a boy. Did you consider the feelings of the mother? Did you fulfill your husband's responsibility?"

"How dare you say that about my son?!" The woman was furious, and as she spoke, she raised her hand high and tried to slap my face.

I grabbed her wrist, threw it back, and the woman, who didn't expect me to be so tough and had less strength than the younger me, fell backward.

The man quickly supported the old woman, and he looked at me reproachfully: "You are a doctor. How can you hit my mother?”

I was obviously not the type to be morally blackmailed: "Is a doctor supposed to endure and be silent, and just stand here and take a beating for no reason?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and the woman became even more furious. She rushed over, and her nails scratched at my face without regard for anything.

It seemed that she was hard to deal with.

At that moment, a tall and upright figure suddenly appeared and blocked in front of me.

I looked at the broad back of the man in front of me, and I was very surprised. Why

as Joey here?

The man's tall shadow covered the woman, looking down at her with a cold gaze, and his tone was unfriendly: "If you move her again, don't blame me for being rude."

Not wearing a white coat, he clearly wasn't a doctor from this hospital, and thus had no concerns about dealing with patients and their families.

The moment the woman touched the cold gaze of the man, the previously aggressive woman's momentum immediately weakened.

Joey looked at the two of them, speaking clearly and firmly, with a terrifying coldness around him: "Who is right and who is wrong, you know it yourself. Don't cause her any more trouble."

The woman, facing such a tall man, didn't dare to say much for a while, and just nodded sullenly.

Joey then turned around and pulled me away.

I frowned and tried to pull my hand out, but Joey held it too tightly.

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Until we turned a corner and walked into a stairwell, I finally shook off his hand. "What are you doing?"

Joey looked at me, and there was no coldness in his eyes just now when he was facing the mother and son.

After a while, he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Willa, I want... to pursue you again

"This time I will never let you pay alone. I will...”

He didn't finish his sentence, and I interrupted him coldly: "Sorry, you're too late. I already have a boyfriend."

Joey didn't react for a moment: "What?"

He looked at my eyes in disbelief, as if trying to find a flaw.

"You're lying to me, right?"

"You just want to find someone to make me angry, right?"

I listened to his self-deceptive questions and didn't answer, looking calmly into his

eyes until they gradually turned

red.

Joey slowly realized the answer from my silence.

I wasn't lying. I really had someone else.

"Is it the man who sent you home that day?" His voice tightened, unwilling to

believe that there was no longer his reflection in my eyes.

"You really... don't love me anymore?"

He always thought that as long as he took the initiative to pursue and was willing

to pay for me, I would forgive him.

After all, he never thought about divorcing me from the beginning. He wanted to have a family of his own with me.

"Yes," I said, looking at the person I once loved passionately in my youth, standing

in front of me, begging for forgiveness in a low voice, but there was no ripple in my eyes.

"Now I already have someone I love, and he loves me too."

"Why? Why is it him?" Joey's originally calm breathing became rapid.

"Because he cares about me."

Since the relationship was established, Tristan, as usual, would send me flowers every time we met formally.

No matter how busy he was, he would find time to reply to my messages, never letting my emotions fall into a void.

Even when he was on a business trip abroad, even in a different time zone from me, he would call to ask what happened when I was not with him.

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Even for ordinary social events, he would bring me gifts and surprises every time he came back.noveldrama

Sometimes it was a late-night meal or a bouquet of flowers, sometimes it was a high-end bag or jewelry, and sometimes it was a stray kitten he picked up from the street...

Whatever I casually mentioned that I liked, it would often be delivered to my hands the next day.

This kind of attention and importance was something Joey never gave me.

"...Just because of that?" Joey's hand clenched slowly, and his inner reluctance reached its peak: "I can change everything in the past, I will care about you more than him, and I will do better than him..."