Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 689 - 669 At this time, I cannot leave

Huo Zhenyang did not speak, but neither did he deny it.

She inhaled sharply, looking towards the ICU ward in fear.

He walked slowly over, lifted a large hand, and tucked a loose strand of her hair, damp with nervous sweat, behind her ear, softening his voice, "Go to the airport first, I’ll handle things here and then join you and Zaizai."

How could Jiayi be in the mood for the airport now? She fiddled with the hem of her clothes, looking towards the airtight ICU ward door, "Is it because he refused to hand over the evidence that he fell out with the organization, and ended up like this?"

Huo Zhenyang remained silent.

He had not expected that Nie Yixiao was still deeply infatuated with his Little Kitten.

To the point of giving up the bright future with ISM and even his life.

Seeing Huo Zhenyang not responding, she knew he was tacitly agreeing.

Her bare hands clenched into fists, brought close to her mouth, she began to sob.

He was fulfilling his promises to her with his life.

He hadn’t lied to her, he had truly kept his word.

And yet, she had wavered during this time, suspecting that Brother Yixiao had been deceiving her, which was why he was avoiding her, not taking her calls.

She vaguely remembered asking Brother Yixiao over the phone that night, whether the organization would cause him trouble.

At that time, Brother Yixiao had just chuckled and said it was nothing.

Maybe he had already considered this outcome then, yet still he comforted her...

Did she, in her insistence that he not hand over the evidence, push him to a dead end?

Guilt pooled into tears on her face, flowing more and more fiercely, until she cried so hard that she could hardly catch her breath, her little face turning red, yet she tried to stifle her sobs, as if afraid of disturbing the patients in the ICU.

Huo Zhenyang’s expression grew dark as he embraced her, his voice husky, "Don’t cry over another man in front of me."

She hugged his sturdy waist, burying her head in his shirt collar, her tears dampening his chest, yet still unable to control herself, she sobbed on:

"It’s my fault... It’s all because of you! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have made him promise me, he wouldn’t have ended up like this, sob sob... I hate you... I hate you so much! It’s all your fault!"

Her words of grief and guilt were paradoxically comforting to him, tightening his hold on her, lowering his head to her fragrant hair, his lips brushing gently as if to calm her unease, murmuring softly, "Alright, sweetheart, I’ll ask the doctor to do his best to treat him. Stop crying."

This made her cry even more.

’Do his best to treat him’ meant there might be no hope; she had clearly heard the bodyguard’s words earlier...

She cried endlessly in his arms, soaking the collar of his shirt in no time.

Her crying made him somewhat restless, his sharp eyes slightly icy, impatiently he lifted her chin, forcing her to look up with a face tear-streaked like a little kitten:

"Do you regret it? Do you feel sorry for him? You should’ve known to let him hand over all the evidence I gathered, right?"

She bit her lip and glared at him fiercely.

If she hadn’t been afraid of him facing a lawsuit, afraid of him being tangled up by the United Nations, how would she have caused Brother Yixiao to end up like this?

But this man, after a long cold war between them, had dropped the subject, and now he was saying these ambiguous words!

She was furious, like a little cat with its fur on end, and bit down hard on the palm of his hand! 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

He flinched in pain and knew that saying this now might be too much. His brow furrowed as he grabbed the little person who was about to pull away, hauled her back forcefully, and continued to hold her tight, "Do you want to bite your husband so badly that he ends up in the hospital too, sweetheart?"

Under his comfort, the anger on her face slowly faded away.

He raised his slightly rough fingertips and wiped away the teardrops hanging at the corner of her eyes, his voice husky, "You’ve seen the person, are you relieved now? I’ll have George take you to the airport."

But Jiayi shifted her body, propped herself up, wiped away her tears, and took two steps back to look at him.

He lifted his chin slightly, gazing at her.

"I would like to see Brother Yixiao’s primary physician," she said softly.

Though her tone was pleading, it was also filled with determination.

Even if he didn’t allow it, she was bound to see the doctor; she had to know the current state of Brother Yixiao’s injuries.

He fell silent.

The time spent waiting for his answer was long and excruciating. She even began to perspire, her hands clenched into fists.

Her anxiety was fully visible to him, and he ultimately took her to the office at the end of the corridor.

A man in a white coat, who was Nie Yixiao’s primary physician, was there.

Seeing the impeccably dressed yet imposing man enter, the primary physician immediately stood up, extremely respectful, "Mr. Huo."

Jiayi could tell that the physician must have been informed of Huo Zhenyang’s status in advance, but guessed he was also reminded to refer to him discreetly as ’sir’.

Huo Zhenyang’s gaze was indifferent as he sat on the sofa in the doctor’s office, casually crossing his long legs, "Ask whatever you want."

Getting his implicit consent, Jiayi, as if given clearance, couldn’t wait, "Doctor, I would like to ask about the patient’s current condition."

The primary physician glanced at the young woman before him and involuntarily swallowed, "This is...?"

"Mrs. Huo," Huo Zhenyang said without a ripple in his expression.

The primary physician took a sharp breath and didn’t dare to be negligent, "Mr. Nie has a bullet that went through his left lung; it was just 0.5 centimeters from the heart. After being rescued by fishermen and brought to our hospital, although we’ve operated to remove the bullet, he’s been soaked in seawater for quite some time, and he still hasn’t woken up."

Jiayi’s cold sweat broke out again, "What do we do now... when will he wake up?"

The primary physician glanced at the expressionless man on the sofa and spoke the truth, "If he doesn’t wake up within a week, the patient’s organs will gradually fail. At best he might become a vegetative state, at worst, I’m afraid..."

Her tears, only just pushed back, nearly burst forth again. She glanced at Huo Zhenyang and instantly pinched the palm of her hand, holding back.

Crying in front of him alone was one thing.

Now with an outsider present, and the attending physician knowing she was Mrs. Huo, if she was seen crying over a young man, it would be embarrassing for him, and he might become angry out of humiliation.

Getting angry with her was one thing, but what if it affected Brother Yixiao?

She calmed her emotions. "So, you’re saying that as long as he wakes up within a week, he’ll be past the critical period, right, Doctor?"

"That’s one way to put it."

She said no more.

Seeing she had no further questions, Huo Zhenyang stood up, took her by the hand in a reverse grip, and walked toward the office door.

After a few steps down the corridor, he was about to speak when she, seemingly anticipating what he was going to say, suddenly looked up with her shimmering eyes and spoke first.

"I want to ask you for a favor."

His eyes rapidly gathered an imminent frost, clearly guessing what she was about to say.

But his displeased look could not stop her now.

Mustering all her courage, she bit her lip, "I can’t leave at a time like this... I want to stay until it’s certain Brother Yixiao is out of danger."