Savage Love On His Wheelchair

Chapter 12 Marry into The Grant Family 12

VIP suite at the top hospital in Cornshire.

“Don’t, please don’t touch me.”

Rosemary’s hands were clawing desperately in the air. Tears were trickling down her frightened little

face.

“Mom, help me! Mom, don’t go.”

Seeing her like this, Andrew Harris was heartbroken and tears welled up in his eyes. He grabbed her

clutched hands, patted her back and said, “Rosemary, it’s my fault. I didn’t take care of you enough to

let you get hurt so badly.”

Andrew Harris always felt he owed Rosemary a lot. Because he had been so busy in the company that

he neglected to take care of her. And Rosemary had always been a very sensible and nice kid, so he

always thought she was happy.

Andrew Harris felt like a thousand knives cutting through his heart as he looked at the tiny figure

huddled in the hospital bed. He buried his face in Rosemary's hands and sobbed softly.

Rosemary heard someone crying around her, but she didn't know who was crying so hard. She opened

her heavy eyelids and saw her father crying, holding her hands.

“Dad!” said Rosemary lovingly.

Andrew heard his daughter calling him. He looked up and said happily, “Rosemary, you’re fianlly

awake.”

“Dad, what’s wrong with you? Did something happen? Why are you crying?”

“This is joy. I cried for joy when I saw you awake.” He wiped his eyes as he spoke.

Rosemary knew he must have blamed himself for not taking care of her. Except for her mom’s car

accident, she had never seen him shed a tear her whole life.

“Dad, I’m fine. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine in a few days.” Rosemary smiled and comforted him.

Seeing Rosemary was looking a little better, Andrew Harris looked better, too. He was going to ask her

what had happened, but he didn’t.

Seeing how distraught her father was, Rosemary was afraid he would be worried, so she thought she

should talk about what was going on. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Dad, do you know who called me to the hospital?” asked Rosemary quietly.

“I don’t know. I didn’t know you were in hospital until I got a call from the hospital. And they obviously

knew us, because the hospital called me directly on my cell phone.”

Andrew Harris also had a surprised look on his face. An acquaintance would have given his name, but

it was obvious that he didn’t want to be known.

“Rosemary, if he doesn’t want us to know who he is, we don’t have to worry about it. You get some rest.

I’ll call Laurie.”

Watching his back slowly disappear in front of her, Rosemary felt really bad about herself. How could

she How could she let her father worry about her when she was so old?

Who saved her? Rosemary recounted what happened that night. She seemed to see a man in a mask

rescuing her, but who was he?

…

“Hello? Laurie, Rosemary’s in the hospital. Tell Mrs. Smith to make some chicken soup, and I’ll send

someone back to fetch it later.” Andrew Harris said.

“I can’t do that. I’m out shopping with Mrs. Lee and Mrs. Watson. Call her and tell her yourself.” Laurie

said impatiently.

“All right, I’ll just call home.”

Andrew Harris looked up at the sky. Was he really right to marry Laurie?