The President’s Stubborn Love

Since Aaron won’t accept her apology, don’t blame her for being ruthless.

“Monica’s a wreck anyway, I’m doing this and helping him get rid of a liability, he’ll thank me later.” Nola bit the corner of her lip fiercely and left in her car.

And the truth is, Aaron didn’t get in the car.

After the Garcia Family car had left, Aaron came around the other side of the car park.

The Vice President was not expecting Aaron to return and a look of panic appeared on his face, “Is there anything else Mr. Swift can do?”

She suddenly had a very bad feeling in the back of her mind.

The man in front of him had a cold and frightening aura, and the Vice President smiled cautiously with him, “Mr. Swift?”

“Nola’s been here before?”

“No, Nola has always come with you.” The Vice-President didn’t realize Aaron’s point in the slightest.

At the words, Aaron’s eyes grew colder, “I need to see Monica’s medical records.”

“Yes, no problem.” The Vice-President was ready early on.

No matter how Aaron looked at it, there was nothing wrong with the medical records and Monica was fine now, so even if there was something wrong, the vice-president was going to blame it all on that trip to the Henry Family’s birthday party and the excitement.

The man’s eyes move down.

Sherry’s signature is seen on the side of the medical record.

“After Mr. Swift had Sherry come over, Monica was doing so much better that every time they attended therapy together, they would have Sherry sign off on it.”

The Vice President said so, his smile deepening, “So you can rest assured that it won’t be long before Monica is back to her old self.”

Aaron was about to say something else when the phone rang.

It was Eral who called.

“Mr. Swift, the meeting with the Carson Group is coming up soon, shall I pick you up now?”

“No, I’ll go over there myself.”

Aaron saw Kirsty return and gave him a slight nod, which meant that Monica was safely back in the room.

He turned and stepped down the steps and left by car.

Kirsty was a little taken aback when she noticed that the Vice President had hastily put away the case book, but the Vice President immediately told her, “Look after Monica and cooperate positively with the hospital, you should know Mr. Swift’s temper as well, don’t get into trouble.”

These few reprimands blocked out anything Kirsty wanted to ask.

“Yes, Vice-President.”

The Vice President took a few steps forward and suddenly turned his head when he heard the address, “Kirsty, you’ve been in the institution for quite some time, is it hard to call me Lars?”

The difference between one word and the other is more than a star and a half.

Kirsty squeezed out a small smile, “Lars.”

The other party was quite satisfied and left without another word.

Watching the back disappear around the corner of the stairs, Kirsty pooh-poohed the floor, “Doggone it.”

In fact, not many people knew about Sherry’s arrival at the sanatorium, and Monica’s case book was kept in the deputy director’s office.

Kirsty is kept in the dark as the person who looks after Monica.

Late at night.

Sherry lay weakly, hearing only a few soft murmurs from the corridor.

“Didn’t they say they’d gotten better with the new treatment? Besides, her brother came to see her just today.”

“After all, it’s a girl, and her brother is not comfortable seeing the hidden places. The vice president has … If something happens to Monica in our sanatorium, it will be a problem.”

Are they talking about, Monica?

Sherry struggled to get up, as she had lost the strength to resist, so the men had not bothered to tie her up with chains.

The door was locked anyway, so she couldn’t run out.

“The Henry Family wouldn’t want her kind of illegitimate daughter either, insulting the reputation of the family, shouldn’t it be one or the other …”

Bang.

Sherry knocked on the door with all her might, but there was only a small clang.

“What’s that noise?” The small group of nurses chattering outside jumped in shock.

“It’s horrible, isn’t it? There’s no one here, let’s go!”

Sherry’s hands were raking the bars, stains and blood staining her hands unsightly.

Even if she tore her throat, she could not shout half as loudly.

If it was Monica they were talking about, she had to get out, even if it meant death, before those people touched Monica.

But, what could she do?

Three hours later.

Aaron sped down the highway in his car, his inky eyes unusually angry.

Eral finds out that Alex has been seeing the Garcia Family recently and has also secretly met with the deputy director of the sanatorium, and that the new treatment plan is all a scam!

He put his foot on the gas and sped down the highway.

Where is Sherry again?

But he didn’t care about that now. As soon as he got out of the car, he ran to Monica’s hospital room.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

The whole building is lit up.

“Get out of the way!”

Aaron roared, barging past those surrounding the doorway, only to see a pool of blood, Sherry clinging to Monica, her clothes all torn from her body.

And they both seemed to be unconscious.

“Monica!”

Aaron ran over to her, but Sherry, in a coma, was still holding Monica tightly and not letting anyone hurt her.

The emotions in the bottom of the man’s eyes surged deep, and two words ground out of his throat, low and dark, “It’s me.”

His hand slowly probed over and landed on the back of her hand.

“I’ve come for you.”

It was his late arrival, being pressured by the Henry Family side and being tied up with business, that neglected Monica’s condition and came close to making a big mistake.

Luckily, it was she who put her life on the line and protected Monica.

The tension in Sherry’s body gradually relaxed and she opened her eyes in a daze to see the face of the man in front of her, her throat rolling and hoarse, unable to make a sound.

Only very reluctantly, with blood-covered hands, could Monica be handed over to Aaron.

The lips were silent, “She’s fine.”

Just those three words almost cost her life.

Aaron looked at Sherry, something pressing on his chest, making him almost breathless.

“Don’t sleep …”

His hand rested on the back of Sherry’s neck in time, “I still have a lot to ask you.”

But his voice, instead of the coldness of the past, was more heartfelt.

Sherry just felt like she was dreaming.

She barely tugged at the corners of her lips, unable to say anything, and fell asleep once more.

She didn’t know how long it had been, but her body felt like it was being crushed by a wheel and every inch of her skin felt like it was being stabbed with needles.

In your ears, a hazy sound.

“Mr. Swift, she was inhaling an overdose of hallucinogenic drugs that caused her to go insane and decompensate.”

“It’s good that it was caught in time, otherwise it would have damaged the nerves in the brain.”

“The wound on her abdomen has been re-stitched after it was torn open, and for the short term, it’s best to stay in bed, otherwise, it will really leave a legacy of illness.”

“There’s also her hearing … It’s normal for her not to hear anything for a short period of time.”

The doctor ordered something else and Sherry fell back into a deep sleep.

Opening her eyes again, she was lying in the bed of the Swift Family.

It was like water in my ears, hazy, I could hear a little sound but it was very unclear.

The door was pushed open.

It was the face that she knew all too well.

“Awake?” Aaron’s throat tightened, “Can you hear me?”

In fact, Sherry could hear some slight sounds and, coupled with the fact that she was familiar with the shape of his lips, it was not difficult to discern his words.

But, she made a face as if she didn’t understand.

“What?” She opened her mouth, her voice muffled beyond words.