Chapter 13 I'll Marry Her

"Doctor! "Doctor!" Chaos in the emergency room. Clinton followed the doctor to the operation room. When the door was shut, he was left outside. The red light for operation was still on. Clinton was leaning against the wall, while his head was filled with the image of her pale face in coma. He lowered his head to look at his hands, in a daze. Blood covered all his ten fingers. That was... her blood. Just a moment before she was lying in his arms, senselessly. It seemed she could be gone with the wind. In his impression, that woman was as strong as the wild grass. "Clinton, are you really worried about her?" Suddenly, a soft voice sounded in his head. He looked up to see a white dress in front of him. Looking up, he saw Charlize's face. Her eyes were gazing at him, losing focus. And she continued naturally. "Never mind. If you are worried, you can go to accompany her." Seeing that her bright eyes were blind like that made him angry again. The sympathy he had previously f