Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations-Chapter 1049: Which Daughter Truly Matters?

The doctor bent over, struggling, "How can I perform CPR on her if you do this? A doctor’s heart is benevolent, regardless of her identity, as long as there is the slightest chance, we will do our best!"

Joan Graham regained a sliver of reason and finally released him.

Watching the doctors enter the emergency room, watching the doors close, looking at the bloodstains left on the floor, she collapsed to the ground, tears flooding.

"I’m sorry... I’m sorry..." Joan Graham’s heart felt as if it had been torn apart and became unbearably painful, bloodied and mangled.

At this moment, David Garcia had already returned to the Dalton family home.

Joan Graham was not there, and Sean Dalton was not there either, which caught him by surprise.

"Butler Warren, where are the madam and the young lady?"

"Mr. Dalton, madam went out early in the morning, and the young lady left not long ago. They didn’t say where they were going, and I don’t know when they will be back," Butler Warren reported truthfully, "Dinner is already prepared."

The original plan to bring Stella Dalton home tonight was with the thought of everyone having dinner together.

Then to clarify some of the truths from back then, possibly confronting one another, to see whether this family would ultimately stay together or separate.

But it seemed like they sensed something and were both absent.

He dialed Sean Dalton’s phone, but couldn’t connect.

David Garcia sat on the living room sofa and dialed Joan Graham’s phone.

She had her phone off all day, but after calling 120, she did not turn it off again and even called 110.

So when David Garcia called, the phone got through...

At this time, Joan Graham knelt outside the emergency room in the hospital, with no one around to comfort her, she was sobbing uncontrollably, shivering all over.

Then, the phone rang.

The persistent ringing brought her thoughts back little by little.

With hands stained in blood, she dug her phone out of her bag and stared at the word ’husband’ on the caller ID, blankly.

She tried hard to swallow her saliva, tried hard to control her emotions, and then answered the call.

"Where are you?" David Garcia’s calm voice came through, without reproach.

"..." Joan Graham’s tears broke through the dike, her whole body trembling.

The man on the other end of the phone chuckled, "You knew I was going to bring Stella Dalton home, so you deliberately didn’t return, isn’t it? Do you think running away solves anything?"

Joan Graham didn’t answer, she was so furious with Stella Dalton!

"Joan Graham, do you not intend to come home?"

David Garcia did not know what happened to Sean Dalton, his anger suppressed, "Let me ask you, did Sean Dalton’s departure from the family back then have anything to do with you?"

Is he suspicious?

Did Mia Lane tell him?

"David..." Joan Graham, hopeless, "There are some things without answers."

He detected her foul mood, "Where are you? Are you repenting?"

"Why should I repent?!" Joan Graham was furious, "These years, I have a clear conscience! To you, to this family, don’t you have a clue about how I am?!"

At this time, a Lamborghini drove into the Dalton family’s yard, soft headlights illuminating the area as the car stopped steadily.

The rain kept coming down harder and harder.

Just as David Garcia was about to hang up the phone, Joan Graham broke down.

Crying, she told him, "Sean is in trouble; she’s in the emergency room, lost a lot of blood, life or death is uncertain, I might lose this daughter..."

After saying this, Joan Graham hung up the call, leaving it up to him to decide whether to come or not.

In the end, is the daughter he raised for over twenty years more important, or is this suddenly appearing Stella Dalton more important?

David Garcia held the phone, listening to the busy signal from the other end, he felt a hint of shock.

Life or death uncertain? Is it that serious?

At this time, Justin Kingston and Mia Lane got out of the car, he held up a large black umbrella, wrapping his arm around his wife’s shoulder.