Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 349

Charlie's face was full of astonishment, but he couldn't let her fall like that.

When she closed her eyes and fell back, he caught her firmly and leaned her on his chest. The rain kept falling and hitting her quivering eyelashes. She was completely unconscious. "Wendy? Wendy!"

Charlie shouted several times, but he didn't hear any response from her.

When he reached out and touched her cheek, his fingers were burned. The rain was so cold, but she was so hot!

He didn't want to waste any more time, bent over and passed through her armpit and leg, holding her horizontally in his arms.

Realizing that he couldn't drive after drinking, he took her in his arms and ran out of the neighborhood with no intention of stopping, but fortunately, he met an empty car at the gate, and the driver didn't mind that they were covered in rain.

After Charlie carried her in his arms and got into the car, before the door could be closed, he said to the driver in a loud voice, "Sir, we're going to the nearest hospital!"

The driver also noticed that something was wrong, knew there was a patient, and focused on driving without complaining. He stepped on the gas pedal fast and soon stopped in front of the private hospital. After a burst of chaos, Wendy, who was in a coma, was lying on the hospital bed.

Charlie stepped forward with a frown and asked, "Doctor, how's she doing?"

"She's sick. How can she be caught in the rain?" The doctor was an old woman. She couldn't help reprimanding Charlie like a parent. "She has a fever of 38.9 degrees, and if the fever continues, she will have to suffer from pneumonia! You young people nowadays are really joking about your bodies! If there is any conflict, can't you talk it out?"

Charlie frowned.

It is true that he was negligent. He was very drunk at that moment and was full of resentment and anger, and the light inside the car was dim, he did not notice that she's not right. Actually, when she answered the phone, her voice was already hoarse.

The doctor saw that Charlie didn't say anything and humbly accepted whatever she said, no longer saying more, she comforted, "Don't worry! I just gave her a shot to reduce her fever, and now I'm giving her a bag of anti-inflammatory and glucose, stay overnight for observation until her fever subsides tomorrow!"

"Okay!" Charlie nodded.

"I'm here, you go pay the medical bills first!" The doctor said kindly.

Charlie thanked her and went to the window to pay the bill. There were not many people in the emergency room at this time, so the doctor didn't leave until he came back.

An infusion stand stood next to the bed, and a syringe hung down into the blue veins on the back of Wendy's hand. She closed her eyes, and her eyes were closed, her face was pale against her hospital gown, but her cheekbones were red from the fever.

It was very quiet in the room, only the sound of the medicinal liquid dripping quietly.

Charlie leaned over and sat next to her, the astonishment in his eyes had not yet faded completely.

The blood all over his body had been flowing backward the entire time. Just as he was slowly closing his eyes, his right hand was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Charlie opened his eyes and saw Wendy lying on the hospital bed. She seemed to have had a nightmare. Her head shook gently in the pillow, and her chest heaved up and down with a painful expression. "My child, I beg of you, I want to see my child..."

"No, my child..."

Charlie leaned over and heard her talk in her sleep without missing anything.

Just like before she fell into a coma, she was still talking about the child in her mouth, and big tears were flowing down the corners of her eyes along her temples.

Charlie's Adam's apple bobbed a few times. He raised his other hand and wrapped her hand carefully and firmly, putting it on his thin lips.

It seemed that Wendy felt the temperature of his palm. Gradually, she calmed down and her breathing became smooth and long.

Charlie wiped her tears with his finger.

At this time, there were two slight knocks on the door from outside, and then a nurse came in.

Charlie let go of her hand and put it in the quilt. When he got up, he carefully tucked the corner of the quilt. Then he looked at the nurse and said, "Please take care of her for me. I'll be back soon!" When he got out of the hospital, he reached out and stopped a taxi.

There was an old villa area in the east of the city, where most of the residents are old families, among which the Ye family now had only two elderly people left, whose children have left the country. The old man and lady could not adapt to foreign life and culture, so they always stayed in their hometown.

However, recently, the eldest grandson of the Ye Family seemed to have returned home to visit them.

The taxi stopped outside the courtyard. Charlie opened the door and walked in with large strides.

In the bedroom upstairs, Ryan had changed his pajamas and was lying on the bed. It was getting late and he was about to turn off the light when there was a knock on the door. The servant pushed the door open and came in. "Young Master, a guest has come to see you!" "A guest?"

Ryan took another look at his watch. He got up in surprise and went downstairs.

When he saw Charlie sitting on the sofa in the living room, he was surprised. He didn't expect Charlie to know where he lived. More importantly, Charlie came to see him in the middle of the night. "Sorry to disturb you." Charlie stood up and said.

Ryan pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled back. He then ordered the servant to serve tea.

When they sat down together, Ryan peeped at Charlie through his lens. It was enough to surprise him when he saw Charlie appear in his own living room. What was even more surprising was how Charlie looked right now. It was as if Charlie had been drenched by the rain. The black suit on Charlie's body was very dark, and two strands of Charlie's hair hung on the forehead.

But even so, Charlie did not look wretched at all, and the outline of his steely features still stood out.

When the tea was served, Ryan took the initiative to speak. "Mr. Hogg, what brings you here?"

"Something important." Charlie's lips twitched.

"Is it about Wendy?" Ryan asked after thinking for a while.

Because there seemed to be only one Wendy who can get the two involved.

"Yes." Charlie raised his deep eyes. "I want to know why Wendy needs a psychologist." Upon hearing this, Ryan smiled and explained, "Last time when I was in the hospital, I had already answered this question."

"Mr. Ye, I want to know the real reason!" Charlie said in a deep voice.

Ryan slowly frowned, seemingly embarrassed by Charlie's question and considering whether or not to tell the truth. After all, in public, this was a matter of patient privacy; and in private, he and Wendy were friends and should keep her secret.

Charlie seemed to be able to read Ryan's mind. He put down his crossed legs, leaned forward, and said word by word, "That kid is ours. I have to know!"

Hearing this, Ryan turned pale with fright.

He looked at Charlie in disbelief and pushed up his glasses after a long time, it's as if a suspicion that had been building up for a long time finally dawned on him. "It turns out that... the man who made Wendy pregnant back then, was really you!"