Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1286: Miles Linden, Don’t!
Miles Linden reached out and touched his nose, he really had a nosebleed.
Damn it!
Miles quickly covered his nose.
"Miles, what’s wrong? I see your fever is very serious." Willow Crawford anxiously leaned over.
Miles looked at her clear and innocent appearance, she really knew nothing, like a blank sheet of paper.
In the future, who knows which boy will draw on this blank sheet.
Just the thought of this possibility made Miles’ expression darken. He couldn’t bear other boys touching her.
"I’m fine, just stay away from me." Miles said hoarsely.
Stay away from him?
Willow was frozen in place; she didn’t expect him to say something so cold. Last night she made great sacrifices to save him, and he didn’t even thank her, instead told her to stay away!
How infuriating!
Willow glared at him angrily.
Miles was speechless as he was glared at. He was trying to protect her, because if she came closer, he couldn’t guarantee he’d control himself.
At that moment, voices of search and rescue came from outside, "Miles! Willow!"
The rescuers had arrived.
"Someone’s coming, let’s go out."
"Okay."
Miles led Willow out. Outside, flames roared as rescuers and students, along with teachers, surrounded them, "Willow, we finally found you!"
Rachel Underwood was the first to rush over, hugging Willow and crying loud.
Many people gathered, worriedly looking at Willow,
"Willow, are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"We’ve been looking for you all night, we were so worried!"
Willow was surrounded, ever since childhood she was the center of attention, while Miles quietly stepped aside.
At this moment, Zachary hurried over, having run so fast he lost a shoe, "Miles, something’s wrong!"
Miles felt a sinking feeling in his heart, as if the bad premonition pressing on him was confirmed, "What happened?"
"Miles, your sister... she attempted suicide by cutting her wrists." Zachary burst into tears.
What?
His sister attempted suicide by cutting her wrists?
Miles’ tall, handsome frame went rigid.
"Miles, your sister is still in the operating room, the doctor said the cuts were too deep and she has no will to live, so... the surgery hasn’t been successful..."
Before Zachary could finish, Miles had already dashed off.
"Miles, wait for me!" Zachary chased after him.
Willow, still surrounded, watched Miles and Zachary run off one after the other. She frowned, what happened?
"Rachel, I have to go." Willow pushed through the crowd and followed.
...
In the hospital.
Miles rushed there, from the corridor, he saw Ethan Barnes from afar. The bloodstains on Ethan’s shirt had dried as he viciously yelled at the attending doctor, "What do you mean there’s no hope, tell me what do you mean there’s no hope?"
The attending doctor was scared, breaking into a cold sweat, "Let me explain, don’t get agitated, the patient was very ruthless on herself, cutting her wrists too deeply. There was no chance for her to survive, during resuscitation her heartbeat and blood pressure plummeted with no will to live. We couldn’t save her, you need to be prepared."
Ethan refused to listen, his hands pushing the doctor away and rushing towards the operating room, "If you can’t save her, I will! No heaven or earth will keep me from her!"
The doctor and nurses were alarmed. Was this man crazy or possessed? He wasn’t a doctor, how would he save her?
Ethan’s eyes were bloodshot, almost like they were cracking, as he charged into the operating room.
At this moment, a cold voice came from behind, "Ethan Barnes!"
Ethan’s steps halted, he slowly turned and saw Miles.
The young man stood in the dim light, his eyes coldly watching.
Ethan smiled, rushing to Miles like a child, "Brother-in-law, you’re finally here, come on, let’s wake your sister. She’s still alive, she hasn’t died, and she won’t die!"
Miles looked at Ethan, his lips moved, speaking slowly, "Why are you here?"
Ethan was lost in his own world, not hearing Miles, muttering, "Brother-in-law, let’s go, let’s go in."
Miles lowered his handsome eyes, he didn’t know why Ethan was here, his sister never said.
With Ethan here, how could his sister survive?
He shouldn’t have left her.
He shouldn’t have gone on that spring outing.
Now he realized it was intentional, sending him away to face Ethan alone and attempt suicide.
Four years ago he left her, and four years later he left her again.
It was wrong.
All his fault.
Enormous pain and guilt engulfed Miles like a tide, his eyes slowly filling with a bloodthirsty sunset, chilling to behold.
Nearby, a small cart held a surgical knife, its blade glistening coldly.
Miles reached out, picked up the knife, and thrust it at Ethan.
"Young Master!" Ethan’s men arrived, saving him, but the blade grazed Ethan’s arm, drawing a deep gash.
Blood flowed freely.
Ah!
Doctors, nurses, and passersby screamed, "Help! Someone’s trying to kill!"
Willow arrived to see the corridor erupts into chaos, just as Miles held the knife, blood dripping from it.
Willow felt like she couldn’t breathe.
Ethan was hurt, the scent of blood snapping his senses back a bit, he pushed his men away with force, ignoring Miles, turned to the operating room.
Blood dripped steadily as he walked toward the operating room.
Miles watched Ethan, lifted his foot, and followed.
The two drew closer, Miles’ knife poised to strike from behind.
But the next moment, a soft body pressed against him from behind, tightly embracing him, "Miles, no!"
Miles stiffened.
Ethan was already inside the operating room.
Willow embraced Miles tightly, stepping around to face him, his eyes blood-red filled with a vicious intent, she reached out, holding the hand with the knife. His hand was icy cold, and she softly coaxed, "Miles, the knife is dangerous, let’s put the knife down first."
Miles didn’t let go, so Willow slowly extracted the knife from his stiff fingers.
With a clatter, the knife fell to the ground.
"Miles, it’s okay now, relax, your sister will be fine." Willow lifted her hand to his handsome face, then pulled his head down to rest gently on her shoulder.
