Wife is a Lawyer

She was weak and sickly, and her speech was weak. Peter could not bear to see Adriana in this condition and still cared for her.

"I'll pour you some water."

He gently patted her pale little face, thumbing his lips that were somewhat dry and white, his eyes full of heartache.

"Hmm."

Adriana nodded her head.

Peter took the brown sugar that he had had prepared in the ward, made a cup of brown sugar water for Adriana, put a straw in it, and walked over, "Drink some, the water is not hot."

He carefully passed the straw to Adriana's mouth. Adriana was too tired to speak, and with the anesthesia having worn off, she was in great discomfort in her abdomen.

Opened his mouth and sucked a mouthful of brown sugar water, the temperature was just right, so he took two more sips.

"Just take a sip, you can't drink too much right now, lie down and sleep, I'll stay with you."

Peter placed the brown sugar water on the bedside table, leaned over, and dropped a kiss on Adriana's forehead, "Good girl, close your eyes."

The warmth that Adriana had never felt before, and the care that she received, gradually revived her cold heart, so that she would not remain in the pain of losing her son.

Looking at the man in front of her, Adriana only felt a sourness in her nose, her eyes flushed and hazy with tears.

"What's wrong?"

Peter was shocked by Adriana's appearance, propped up on the edge of the bed with one hand, leaned down and came up to Adriana's face, his thick eyebrows knitted, but gentle as water, caring: "Does it hurt a lot? Don't worry, I'll call the doctor."

He was overly concerned about Adriana and turned to call a doctor, but was pulled back by Adriana, "I'm fine, I'm just very touched."

Weak body, speaking in a low mosquito voice.

Peter was stunned, his handsome face tinged with a smile, bowed his body, rested his forehead on Adriana's forehead, and said softly in a voice that only two people could hear: "Why are you so stupid? Promise me that you will love yourself more, okay?"

His faint breath lingered next to her nose, a familiar scent that brought more warmth and emotion.

Adriana tried to nod, perhaps too weakly, and finally just blinked her long, thick lashes, indicating that she knew.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep."

Seeing her extremely weak appearance, pale face, even her skin is a little cool, Peter's heart is also followed by tightening up.

The large palm pinned her hair behind her ear, and intimately met her forehead to forehead to show encouragement and heartache.

Then turned to take the remote control and pulled the curtains in the ward, and the bright ward gradually became dim.

Because Adriana was hanging, Peter left only a little light so he could observe the situation of the bottle.

He sat silently in the escort chair, watching Adriana couldn't bear the exhaustion of closing her eyes, his heart became more and more gloomy. Peter knew that miscarriage was bad for the body, but now that he saw Adriana's face, he realized how serious the damage it caused to a woman.

The frail and uncomfortable look is engraved in the mind and will never be forgotten.

If possible, Peter would prefer to bear all this for Adriana.

After sitting for a while, Peter was worried that there would be calls later, and put the phone on silent, and set Adriana's phone to whitelist, in addition to the whitelist, no one's calls can come in.

She is now too weak and Peter does not want the outside world to interfere with her rest, let alone learn about Ruth after Adriana has suffered the loss of her son.

Ruth's life and death were doomed, and it was a fatal blow to Adriana.

Peter was really heartbroken.

During the nursing process, he sometimes got up to help Adriana tug the bedding, sometimes took a cotton swab with water to moisten Adriana's lips, and sometimes reached out to touch her forehead and cheeks, afraid that she would be cold.

It wasn't until 2:00 p.m., before Adriana woke up, that Peter didn't wait for Jackson's call. He got up and went out and made a phone call to Jackson outside the hospital room. "Did you find the person?"

"Boss, Ruth's car has been spotted, our brothers have gone down and will know the situation soon."

Jackson kept Peter informed of the news there.

Betawell Mount cliffs are steep and the terrain is treacherous, and equipment needs to be mobilized to come over in order to put people down the mountain to find them. "Let me know immediately with the results."

"Yes, boss."

Peter stood in the corridor for a while holding the phone, his handsome face changed from the endless tenderness of the party, replaced by a cold, icy aura.

Like a hellish god of death, it seems that the next second will destroy everything around it.

Ten minutes later, Peter's cell phone vibrated.

It's Jackson's phone.

Peter slid the answer button and lifted the phone to his ear, "Say."

"Boss, the man has been found, Ruth is alive and well!"

It's not hard to feel the excitement and excitement in Jackson's words through the phone, and even his speech is a little shaky.

"How are the people?"

Peter's biggest concern was Ruth's injury.

"People......"

"1

Jackson paused, "the injury is quite serious, has been sent to the ambulance."

"All-out rescue and treatment, send someone to keep an eye on me, if you make any more mistakes, you will be responsible for the consequences!"

Peter is always calm, but once everything is related to Adriana, it can break his composure.

"Yes, I will order it down immediately."

Jackson understands the seriousness of the matter and is bound to go all out.

Witchystems pavilion, partial building.

Raylan received a call from Peter yesterday to bring Judith back to Obren to be housed at Witchystems pavilion, and he just brought the person here today. Judith was just settling in when Raylan received the message.

"What? You said Ruth was in a car accident?"

Raylan's face sank, his eyes narrowed slightly for a moment, and he grabbed the person standing in front of him, "Really?"

He knew the gravity of the situation and understood what Ruth would mean to Adriana if she died.

"True, true, a thousand times true."

"Damn it, what the hell is going on? Did you find out who did it?" Raylan yelled out in a fury.

The man who came to inform was Jackson's brother, named Javon.

Javon and Raylan have met a few times, but on those occasions Raylan has acted very affable.

At this point he was unusually angry, really let Javon scared shaking like chaff.

"Jackson is still checking it out, not sure of the specifics yet." He stammered back.

"How's Ruth?"

"People are saved, but seriously injured, I do not know if they can survive."

"Fuck!"

Raylan pushed Javon violently, handsome features suddenly became fierce, all around a hostile aura, the pair of narrow eyes emerged from the fury, extraordinarily horrific.

He has always been reticent, never under any circumstances burst out foul, but this time he was really angry.

The breath of anger ignited the last trace of his calm, immersing him on the verge of a violent beating, long gone from his senses, unable to resist opening his mouth to curse.

"Get out!"

Pointing at Javon, he yelled.

Javon was shoved hard and fell to the ground, looking at him with fear and trepidation, his heart strings tense, always feeling like he would be slaughtered by Raylan in the next moment, but he just told him to get out.

How dare Javon delay for half a second?

At once, he ran out of the living room and away from Raylan, the god of evil.

There was also a little more fear of him.