Trapped with a Lawyer

Chapter 194 I'll Support You Always

The nurse, wearing a mask, flushed and replied, "Measures have been taken to staunch her bleeding.

Now we're taking her to the hospital."

After getting a call from Samuel, the ambulance turned to Chengyang Private Hospital.

Chuck had just completed a major operation when a nurse rushed to him, even before he walked out of

the operating room.

"Mr. Si, Mr. Shao has just called and has asked you to wait at the door. He has got a patient and needs

you."

Chuck was puzzled. Samuel? "What is the condition of the patient?" He removed the mask, took off the

protective gown and left the operating room.

This must be an important patient because Samuel was coming.

Hardly had he reached the entrance when an ambulance stopped in front of him.

Surprisingly, it was Ella who was taken out of the ambulance with an oxygen mask over her nose and This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

mouth, and covered in blood. His heart jolted. He glanced at Samuel who was shaking with anguish.

Chuck asked the nurse beside him, "What happened?"

Ella was sent to the emergency room while the nurse replied breathlessly, "She was stabbed with a fruit

knife. She has a severe wound in her abdomen. The cuts on her arms have been dealt with."

Fruit knife? Hastily, Chuck looked at Samuel again and the latter was still silent. It was not the right time

to ask. He went back to the operating room even though he was too tired.

Soon, the light in the operating room was on again. Outside the room, Samuel looked unusually calm.

He stood there for a long time. Then his phone rang twice in his pocket.

He didn't answer it until it rang for the third time, "Hi, Mom."

"Sam, which hospital are you in?" Viola sounded anxious, which confused Samuel.

"Mom, since you don't like her, stay at home." 'Ella, I'm sorry! I should have protected you.

Please stay alive! I'll be waiting for you here.

From now on, you can do whatever you want, ' Samuel prayed.

So long as Ella was happy, safe and sound, he would do anything.

Realizing what her son meant, Viola fell dumb. She hurried to explain herself, "Sam. I'm sorry. I'll be

nice to Ella from now, okay?"

Samuel kept silent for awhile before he told Viola the hospital he was in.

Ten minutes later.

Melody and Viola arrived, holding each other. Tears rolled down Melody's face when she saw Samuel

standing deathly still in front of the operating room.

"Sam..." Melody's old tottering voice yanked Samuel back to reality.

He stared indifferently at them, "Grandma, Mom."

"Sam..." It was all her fault. Ella wouldn't have gotten hurt if it wasn't for her.

It was a while before Samuel finally came to his senses. He walked towards Melody with tears in his

eyes.

"Grandma, don't cry. She'll be all right." Definitely, she had to be. She wouldn't leave him or their son all

alone in this scary world.

Melody nodded repeatedly and wiped her tears, "Sam. It was Emma! Emma came to kill me. Ella

was..." Melody couldn't finish her words.

Her wrinkled eyes were soaked in tears.

"Mom, don't be sad. Come and sit here." Sad to see Melody crying, Viola took her to the bench and sat

beside Samuel.

Emma!

Her name echoed in his head.

"Emma was deranged. She brandished the knife at your grandma! Samuel, do not let her off this time.

Your grandma could have been hurt if it were not for Ella's help." Viola thought that she had been so

blind to have favored Emma all this time.

In addition to the video showing her secret love affairs, she was even trying to murder her mother-in-

law.

At that moment, Viola admired her mother-in-law who had managed to put a stop to the relationship

between Samuel and Emma, a long time ago.

She let out a sigh of relief. Soon, she noticed her son was looking at her.

Samuel was staring at his mother coldly, as if he were trying to find out whether she was telling him the

truth.

Understanding his meaning, Viola sighed heavily, "Sam. I'm sorry. I'll never stand in yours and Ella's

way. I will support you from now on."

He finally let his guard down.

Then Melody and Viola carefully explained to Samuel what had happened.

One hour had passed and the lights in the operating room were still on. Samuel was getting more

scared.

Why was he not there to protect them? Was she okay?

Could she feel the pain in his heart?

Ella was always scared of feeling pain. And this time, and countless times before, when she was

suffering, he wasn't there for her.

Looking at the hospital decor, Samuel remembered he had come with her here four years earlier.

The abortion was meant to be a painless one. But how could it be really painless when the baby was

taken away?

Sorry, Ella.

Sorry, my wife!

One and half hours later.

The lights in the operating room were switched off. Melody wiped the tears from her face and stood up,

supported by Samuel and Viola.

A few minutes later.

The door opened and Chuck emerged, wiping sweat off his face.

"Chuck, how is Ella?" Regardless of his severe OCD and germophobia, Melody rushed up and held his

hands.

But Chuck didn't care that much. Since he lived with his wife and son, his could manage his fear better

than he could before.

He patted her hand and replied, "Grandma, the knife missed her vitals organs. But Ella was bleeding

heavily. Now the bleeding has been staunched and she is going to be all right. Don't worry."

Hearing this, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Ella, who was still in a coma, was wheeled out. Samuel walked up to her.

Staring at her pale face, Samuel felt pain in his heart.

"When will she wake up?"

Chuck folded the used handkerchief and put it back into his pocket. He would get it washed at home

later.

Hearing the question, Chuck glanced again at Samuel. He felt sorry for Samuel, who didn't even know

about his own daughter.

"In two hours."

Ella was taken to a luxury ward. Making sure that she was all right, Samuel grabbed Chuck's arm, who

was preparing to leave.

Looking at his sleeve, Chuck frowned. But he suddenly remembered his wife warnings, "You need to

see a psychiatrist to talk through your germophobia, or it will get worse."

He stopped frowning.

They walked outside to the corridor when Samuel stared sternly at him and asked, "I've got something

to consult you about."

Consult? Chuck raised his eyebrows. Since when did Samuel ask for something so politely?

"What is it?"