"How is she...is she okay?"
Dylan Wellington saw the heaviness on the female doctor's face and couldn't help but ask.
His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an edge of tension that even he hadn't noticed.
At this moment, Dylan Wellington realized for the first time.
He...could actually feel fear.
Afraid of hearing someone tell him that he deeply hurt Skye Brown.
Afraid to see...the woman he thought would hate him deeply, would dismiss him, being hurt because of him.
"Mr. Wellington, to be frank, Miss Brown's condition is very bad."
The female doctor calmly removed her gloves, then immediately opened the first aid kit, taking out a syringe to draw Skye Brown's blood.
Seeing her actions, Dylan Wellington's face darkened, coldly blocking her, "What are you going to do to her?"
"Draw blood..." The doctor rolled her eyes, showing little regard for Mr. Wellington.
