My Sweetheart

No matter how Mathew next to him stopped or even prayed, the strength of the man's hand was still great.
If they couldn’t stop him... Maryam will be strangled to death by him.
"Joseph...Maryam really will be killed by you, you let her go. I already lose a granddaughter. This is my only granddaughter...
calm down!"
He didn't even know if the man who had fallen into madness didn't listen to him or didn't hear him at all.
"Buddy." Lincoln couldn't help but walked over, put his hand on Joseph's shoulder, and whispered softly, "Kathy is still in
operation, you can’t kill her here."
Hearing that, Joseph's hand was released.
Maryam was almost out of breath. Finally the force on her neck disappeared, and she fell to the ground immediately, clutching
her neck and coughing violently.
Joseph let go of his hand blankly, turned back to the place where he was waiting, and continued to wait.
Mathew frowned and his expression was terrible.
Maryam coughed, cried and explained, "Brother Joseph, I really didn't push her...how could I push her..."
She would not do this, of course she would not.
Kathy was still the rightful hostess of the Joseph family. How could she have the guts to push her downstairs, and still in front of
Joseph. Was she looking for dead?
Mathew recalled the situation at the time. They really only saw Kathy rolling down from above, but didn't see how she rolled
down.
Taking into account the mood of his grandson, his tone slowed down, "Joseph, let's check this out. Whether it was done by
Maryam or Kathy fell down herself, there is no conclusion yet."
People who were already in despair will always do things that ordinary people can't predict. They will hurt themselves to blame
others, and Kathy may do this.

Joseph never looked at them, just said indifferently, "You had better pray that there is nothing wrong with her, otherwise I can't
guarantee that I can control myself."
Mathew's face changed. Joseph said "you", which meant that he was also included.
He subconsciously wanted to reprimand, but after thinking about the woman who was still in the operating room, he still held
back.
Kathy...no matter whether something happened on her, the Joseph family won't be peaceful anymore.
Mathew looked at his grandson's indifferent appearance. He stood here, without other thoughts except waiting for the results of
the operation.
He was already in a world, and no one else could get in.
Mathew was at a loss, and for the first time he wondered if he had done something wrong.
After more than two hours, the red light in the operating room finally went out.
When the door opened, Joseph rushed over. The blood on his chin had not yet been wiped off. His eyes were red and he looked
at the doctor in the white coat. His voice was low and he almost couldn't speak, "She... how is she? And the child?"
The ending sounds of the last words were trembling heavily.
Even doctors who had seen too much life and death couldn’t bear to see the appearance of the man in front of them, "Sorry, the
child was dead..."
He frowned and said solemnly, "Except for the severe impact, the pregnant woman's mood during this period is very gloomy. Her
mood fluctuates greatly, and the nursing care is not good, so the fetus is originally very dangerous. And she fell down from the
high place... we have tried our best."
The implication was that it was not the doctor’s reason that the child couldn’t be kept. The man in front of him was the dean and
the chief professor of City N Hospital. If he loses temper and blame him...
He must explain clearly.
Joseph's eyes had no emotion, his lips moved. After a long time, she spoke, "Then how is Kathy?"

It took a while for the doctor to realize that Kathy was the woman who had just undergone the operation, and he immediately
said, “The patient’s condition is not serious. There was a slight concussion in the brain, and there were several collisions on the
body. The abortion is too damaging for her, and she has already had a second miscarriage, so she must be nursed back to
health in the future, otherwise it will affect her normal childbirth in the future."
That child was dead.
It was dead.
He had been looking forward to it for so long, he hoped to have it so much...
It would be fine if he noticed it earlier... if... if...
In the ward, Joseph was sitting on the chair next to the bed. His dark eyes looked at the woman lying quietly on the bed without
blinking. Her face was bloodless, even her eyelashes didn’t flutter.
She just lay down. Many times he had to reach out and feel her breath again and again to confirm that she was alive.
His chest was empty, and the heart-piercing feeling just now had eased a lot.
Lincoln stood at the door, looking at the two people with a complicated mood and a heavy heart.
"When I came to the hospital holding her." Joseph's voice suddenly sounded in the ward, very rough, "Her tears have been
streaming."
"She is already fainting in pain, but she still cries."
He spoke with difficulty, word by word, "When she wakes up, how can I tell her this fact?"
Her face had been wiped clean by him, but his mind would still recall the scene over and over again of him holding her sitting in
the car and her tears falling down with the blood flowing from her forehead.
Lincoln remained silent, and he didn't know how to comfort Joseph.
His love was even more difficult than him.

Joseph stretched out his hand and gently stroked her face. Such careful movement was almost pious. His eyes seemed to
spread a heavy sense of vicissitudes. He mocked himself, "She hates everyone, but the one she hates the most is only me."
The man's eyes were filled with obsession and despair. It was a calm despair, people couldn’t see any hope in his eyes. Lincoln
thought for a long time and finally thought about some words that maybe could comfort him, "It isn’t all your fault, she fell down
because of Maryam. You can let her pay the price to give Kathy an explanation. As for the child... Joseph, you will still have
another child."
Child... They will have it in the future.
Twice... he had already dared not think about it.
His hand stopped on her face. Will they really have children in the future?
He used all means to keep her. She already hated him so much. If it weren't for an accident, how could she still be pregnant for
him...
Lincoln glanced at the woman on the bed and couldn’t bear to persuade him, “Joseph, Kathy’s health couldn’t get better in a
short time. Go back first to wash yourself and eat something or you will be sick before you take care of her."