Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 174

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Charlotte had been transferred to the ICU.

Under normal circumstances, people like her who had escaped dangerous situations didn't have to go to the ICU.

But since there was space and Rick was willing to spend the money, the doctor made the arrangements.

Rick had been accompanying her the whole time.

"Rick," Anne said softly. "You should eat something, okay?"

"Sorry, Anne, I can't eat anything right now." Rick looked back at her and forced himself to smile at her.

"You said you didn't mind her before, but I think she will be very upset. I'll go find her a good plastic surgeon, okay?" Anne asked tentatively.

She wanted to do something to divert Rick's attention.

So that he wouldn't be so sad.

Rick nodded mechanically and said, "Go ahead."

Anne wanted to say something but didn't. In the end, she sighed and left the room.

Not long after Anne left, Charlotte woke up.

She opened her eyes, licked her lips, and struggled to say, "Water..."

She was talking!

Rick reacted at once. He took a glass of water and used a cotton swab to feed it to her.

After Charlotte drank some water, her thoughts became clearer.

When she saw Rick beside her, she smiled and said, "Rick, with you by my side, I feel much safer."

"I'll always be here. I'm sorry I was late today." He put down the cup and gently stroked her brows. "I'm sorry, Lottie, it's all my fault."

Charlotte wanted to shake her head, but her neck was stiff and she couldn't move it. "It doesn't matter. It's just... What happened to me? I don't seem to be able to move my neck."

"You have an injury on your neck, so you can't move it for the time being. Everything will be fine when the anesthetic wears off." Rick softly coaxed her. "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Charlotte replied with a smile, "It's just that when I ran out of the room, I crashed through the glass window. My face shouldn't look too good, right?"

"There weren't too many cuts on your face. Your neck had about 20 stitches. On your body too. Anne has already gone to find a plastic surgeon." Rick worried about her mood and so held her hand tightly. "As long as I'm here, you won't be disfigured."

"It's okay. I don't care if I'm ugly or not. I'm just afraid that I'll scare Sheryl and the people around me."

"I've already brought Sheryl back." Rick's tone turned cold.

Charlotte smiled. She opened her eyes and looked at him helplessly. "Was it Shane?"

Rick shook her head. "He didn't show up at the scene, and now none of us can get in touch with him."

Charlotte's gaze turned hollow and desolate. "It's no longer important. That's why I said that we don't belong together. Even if I care about him, there will be a lot of misunderstandings in the future after something like this."

"Lottie..." "Rick. If, I mean only if I can fall in love with you, I will get together with you."

Rick was stunned.

Had she given up on Shane?

That was just fine.

He bent over and gently kissed her eyebrows. His voice was soft and hoarse. "It's up to you. Then I'll find someone else to take over the domestic business affairs. Let's have a vacation. We can travel the world, okay?"

"Thank you."

"I'll always take care of you. I won't let such a thing happen again."

Charlotte closed her eyes.

People said that what was sadder than pain was numbness.

But as a person who felt numb, she actually did not feel any sorrow at all. On the contrary, she was very glad that she was no longer sad.

The next day.

Shane and Cole came to the hospital.

Braden was being dragged along by Anne and was unable to go forward and greet them. Shane's gaze only lingered on him for a moment, giving him a reassuring look.

Braden breathed a sigh of relief.

Shane still treated him as a friend.

Shane wanted to go to the ward to visit Charlotte, but he was stopped by Rick's executive assistants. He frowned and raised his hand and bent his joints slightly.

Cole could only immediately walk forward.

Both parties were at loggerheads.

Squeak-

Rick pushed the door open and looked at Shane coldly. "Mr. Fuller."

Shane noticed the change in his attitude and asked patiently, "What's going on?"

"Where is your mobile phone?"

"Cole."

Cole took out his cell phone from his pocket and said, "Mr. Fuller's cell phone has been lost. He just found it again yesterday afternoon. You can check it in detail."

"No, at this point, I'll believe whatever he says. Isn't that right?" Rick turned around and said with his back to Shane and Cole, "But, what has happened has already happened. Mr. Fuller, you'd better return."

Bang-

Rick slammed the door again.

Through the glass window, the people outside could see that he had returned to the bedside and sat down. He was just as motionless as before as he watched the person in the hospital bed.

Cole turned to face Shane cautiously. "Mr. Fuller..."

"Wait here."

"Yes, sir."

If Shane wanted to stay, Cole naturally wouldn't leave. He held his computer as he waited.

Braden asked Anne in a low voice, "Anne, your brother just said that he would believe whatever Shane says at this point. What does that mean?"

"Don't you know? At this point, you can easily find out whether something is true or not. To tell unnecessary lies would make him a useless bastard." Anne complained. "You are so stupid."

Braden was speechless.

How was he supposed to know that anyway?

He felt more and more that Rick was not an ordinary person.

At noon, Anne and Braden went to have lunch. Shane was still at the entrance to the ward, and Cole kept reporting to him about NC Company.

Due to the issue of the stock prices, the situation of NC Company was getting worse and worse. They needed to supplement its capital from time to time and had to accept bad deals. Even then,

they could barely solve the immediate crisis.

Suddenly, a voice came from the ward. Shane immediately motioned Cole to turn off the computer.

Cole turned it off and looked into the ward.

Charlotte had opened her eyes. Without waiting for her to say anything, Rick had already brought the water to the corner of her lips out of habit.

She leaned over and took a deep sip. Then she smiled at him and said, "I think it hurts less than yesterday. Will it get better day by day?"

"Of course."

"That's great." Charlotte wanted to reach out and touch the wound, but Rick grabbed her hand. She explained, "It's a little itchy."

"Where? I'll help you."

Charlotte pouted her lips and said, "On my neck."

Rick said helplessly, "You had the same painkillers as yesterday. How could it start to itch?"

However, she still felt itchy. Charlotte could hardly control her hands.

Rick felt that something was not right, so he immediately called the doctor over.

By the time a few doctors in white coats arrived, Charlotte had already become a little impatient. She had even started begging Rick to let go of her hand so that she could scratch her neck.

"Give her a sedative." The doctor shouted to the nurse, "The patient has begun to have a post- surgery reaction. Get ready to send her to the operating room."

"Yes, Doctor!"

Rick was panicked. "Doctor, what's wrong with her?"

"Post-surgery infection." The doctor gave him a meaningful look and said, "It was lucky that you called us over. If we had been ten minutes late, the consequences would have been unimaginable if the patient's nails came into contact with the wound."

"How could there be an infection? Everything here is sterile." Rick was anxious.

Post-surgery infection, situational changes, or rejection. If any of those occurred, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The doctor shook his head and said, "It's impossible for us to live in an absolutely sterile environment. On the contrary, the chance of having an infection from this kind of minor surgery is far greater than that of major operations. Don't worry, trust in our experience."

Rick nodded vigorously and said, "I'm counting on you, Doctor."

When Charlotte was sent to the operating room, Cole could only contact the director of the hospital immediately.

When he heard that it was a post- surgery infection, Shane was relieved but immediately worried again.

It wasn't a huge deal. But it wasn't a small problem either.

He immediately ordered Cole to call a well-known expert over. The expert quickly arrived, but Charlotte's life wasn't in danger. Even if the expert came, it would be useless.

Rick stood outside the operating room, not bothering Shane's occupations. Rick didn't say a word at all.

He couldn't stop Shane from doing something for Charlotte. The only thing he could do was to protect her as best as he could.

Soon.

The door to the operating room was opened again.