Seven Years of Marriage with Jake

Chapter6 "So, the baby..."

He frowned slightly, his pupils trembling.

He wanted to know the answer, but he was afraid to hear it.

I couldn't help but sneer.

"What about the baby? Didn't I say it? Dead. Dead in the car accident."

"You just watched the video and forgot? How could there be any room for survival after being squeezed like that? Aren't you a doctor? Can't you see it?"

Jake's face turned visibly pale.

His lips moved constantly.

Opening and closing, but unable to utter a word.

Just like when Emily went abroad and I found him drunk on the street.

After a while, he swallowed hard.

Then he said:

"I was in a hurry, I didn't watch the video carefully. I thought the video was fake, I can explain, I really went out to save someone, it wasn't for any personal matters, and I didn't have any selfish motives. You know how seriously I take my work." After he finished, my heart was filled with sarcasm.

Seven years of relationship, he had countless times said that I had saved him when Emily left.

He even made me think that I was the redemption in his life.

But now, even when my life was at stake, he needed evidence to believe me.

At this point, our relationship was no different from that of enemies.

Mr. Larson saw that he had finally come to his senses.

He directly grabbed his clothes and dragged him out of the ward.

As he left, he only said:

"Don't affect the patient's mood!"

"Save your time and explain it to the reporters! You've made the hospital a mess!"

"The director has been covering for you for a long time. If you can't explain this clearly, you don't have to come to work anymore!"

The echo in the corridor gradually faded until their footsteps could no longer be heard.

The reporters outside poured into the hall, and the originally empty space was now packed with people.

The hospital staff on duty all had grim expressions, their eyes serious.

This was probably the biggest crisis the hospital had faced since its establishment.

Jake was dragged to the scene by Mr. Larson, who hastily introduced him as the husband of the woman in the video.

He was also a doctor in the hospital's emergency room.

Then, Jake was pushed into the middle of the reporters.

This action immediately agitated the originally calm reporters.

Microphones with different company logos were almost poked into Jake's mouth.

The questions they asked were more and more tricky.

Someone asked if it was because his relationship with his wife had broken down that he deliberately told the emergency room not to answer my calls.

Someone else asked if Jake had planned to commit murder, and whether the exploded car had been sent for inspection.

Was the accident, which was not handled by the emergency room immediately, an accident or man-made?

Before he could come up with an answer to one question, another even trickier one came at him.

Jake's weak explanations were swallowed by the deadly questions.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead and quickly soaked his collar.

His face was full of struggle, but he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

The reporters swarmed forward, surrounding him inside and out.

Jake had no choice but to retreat step by step, until he was finally cornered against the wall.

Seeing that there was no way to retreat, the anger in his eyes was about to erupt.

I walked out of the ward, supporting myself against the wall.

I borrowed a loudspeaker from the nurse's station.