Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 178: His Wife

Elias Sinclair hurriedly placed Quinn Lockwood in a safe position, trying to target Warren Thornton’s dislocated arm, but was dodged by him. Given Elias Sinclair’s skilled combat techniques, dealing with Warren Thornton’s wild and chaotic attacks was naturally not a problem.

Feeling Elias Sinclair’s murderous intent, Warren Thornton’s hand trembled. His gaze swept over Quinn Lockwood, and his expression hardened. He directly raised the knife and stabbed towards Quinn Lockwood.

"Looking for death!" Elias Sinclair’s heart tightened, and he rushed forward to pull Warren Thornton away, but was stabbed in the arm by the opponent. Waves of pain hit, yet Elias Sinclair didn’t hesitate at all and punched Warren Thornton’s head.

Warren Thornton pulled the knife out from Elias Sinclair’s body, his eyes filled with dizziness as he looked at the murderous man in front of him.

His heart trembled with fear, but thinking about his current predicant, Warren Thornton had no way back. He suddenly turned and lunged towards Quinn Lockwood, showing a determined stance of mutual destruction.

Without having ti to think, Elias Sinclair pulled the stunned Quinn Lockwood over, holding her tightly in his arms, shielding her under his body.

Then a low, muffled groan ca from the man. Quinn Lockwood felt his entire upper body’s weight pressing on her.

She turned her head out from his embrace, only to see Warren Thornton picking up a brick from the side and smashing it towards Elias Sinclair’s head. Quinn Lockwood’s entire face turned pale, and her heart skipped a beat.

"No!" The woman’s desperate cry seed to tear through the sky.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and Warren Thornton let out an "Ah!" and fell to his knees.

At this mont, urgent footsteps were heard from both sides, several gun-wielding police officers surrounded Warren Thornton.

"Take him away."

"Elias? Elias, how are you?" Quinn Lockwood saw him looking at her with a pale face, feeling as if her heart was gripped tightly by a pair of large hands, the pain making it hard to breathe, a sense of unease rising within her.

She patted Elias Sinclair’s back, but felt a sticky sensation between her palms. As she glanced at her hands, Quinn Lockwood was stunned.

"Blood, Elias... Blood," Quinn Lockwood’s hands trembled violently, her voice choked with emotion, making it hard to speak.

Elias Sinclair tugged at the corner of his mouth, his gaze gentle as he looked at the pale-faced woman. He tried to prop himself up to embrace her, but his figure swayed and he fell heavily.

"Elias, don’t scare . Quickly, there’s soone injured here, hurry over," Quinn Lockwood kept shaking her head, holding Elias Sinclair tightly, tears soaking the front of her clothes, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Quick, bring the stretcher over."

Several dical personnel in white coats rushed over, putting Elias Sinclair onto the ambulance.

Quinn Lockwood followed onto the ambulance, holding Elias Sinclair’s hand tightly, refusing to let go.

Elias Sinclair was connected to monitors and intravenous saline. Blood continued to flow from the wound uncontrollably, making his face frighteningly pale.

A dizzy feeling pulled his consciousness away bit by bit. In a daze, he felt the woman’s cold little hand grasping his tightly. He tried to open his heavy eyelids and seed to see Quinn Lockwood crying like a tearful ss.

Elias Sinclair gently tugged at the corner of his mouth, his thin lips slightly moved: "I don’t like seeing you cry like this."

His voice was extrely weak, seemingly about to break at any mont.

"Don’t be afraid." It seed like he used all his strength, those two words were completely a weak breath from Elias Sinclair.

Seeing Elias Sinclair’s closed eyes, Quinn Lockwood suddenly felt helpless, trembling as she pulled out her phone and dialed Caron Grant’s number.

"Brother, brother, co quickly to the ergency center. Elias is injured, don’t tell Dad and Mom..." Hearing her crying, Caron Grant grabbed his coat and ran out.

Elias Sinclair was pushed into the operating room, and Quinn Lockwood crouched helplessly at the door, her hands tightly clasped together.

She seed to feel the panic of losing her mother once more, she didn’t even dare to imagine what she would do if sothing happened to Elias Sinclair...

Unknowingly, Elias Sinclair had beco so important to her.

"Savannah?" Caron Grant saw Quinn Lockwood curled up, instantly worried.

"Brother!" Hearing Caron Grant’s voice, Quinn Lockwood snapped back to reality, standing up shakily.

Seeing Quinn Lockwood’s face covered with wounds and bruises, a strong feeling of bitterness surged in Caron Grant’s heart, his expression instantly darkened with pained eyes.

"Savannah, how did you get hurt? Is it..." Caron Grant hurried towards Quinn Lockwood.

"Brother!" She interrupted him, imdiately throwing herself into Caron Grant’s arms, tightly hugging him, and the tears she managed to hold back broke free once more.

Her frail back heaved with sobs, her voice hoarse and frantic: "Elias... He lost so much blood, what should I do, will he die? What should I do, Brother!"

Quinn Lockwood was almost in a complete breakdown. Since her rebirth, she had never felt this way, as if... as if she had returned to that night engulfed in flas.

The thought that Elias Sinclair might face misfortune choked her, even making breathing difficult.

She couldn’t help but let out a cry, clutching at Caron Grant’s clothes, tears soaking through his pristine shirt.

"Savannah, don’t worry. Elias will be fine."

"You should get your wound treated,"

But the person in his arms shook her head: "No... I can’t leave, I must stay with him."

Tears continued to fall, seeing Quinn Lockwood’s body still trembling fiercely, Caron Grant gently caressed her back, his eyes darkening.

Has she truly fallen for Elias?

Bitterly tugging at the corner of his mouth, Caron Grant continued to softly comfort Quinn Lockwood.

At this mont, the door of the operating room opened, several nurses pushed Elias Sinclair out and sent him to a private ward. Seeing that he seed to have regained so color, Quinn Lockwood slightly sighed in relief.

"Who is the family mber?" a middle-aged doctor with black-rimd glasses walked in holding a dical chart, his expression sowhat stern.

Quinn Lockwood’s heart skipped a beat, quickly stepping forward: "I am."

"What is your relation to the patient?"

"I am his... his... wife," Quinn Lockwood pursed her lips, speaking rather unnaturally.

She knew the doctor needed to confirm her identity before informing her of Elias Sinclair’s condition, there might also be so dical docunts and consent forms that she needed to sign.

Although the two of them weren’t truly married, they were at least registered, and only she could sign the consent forms.

Besides, such a critical ti couldn’t dwell on details.

The doctor adjusted his glasses and glanced at Quinn Lockwood, then opened the dical chart, taking out a report, while speaking to her: "Mr. Sinclair’s back and arm wounds caused severe blood loss. After stitching the wounds and a blood transfusion, his blood volu is now stabilized."

"However, the injury to his head caused a brain contusion. If the accumulated blood blocks aren’t cleared, the pressure on the brain nerves could cause temporary mory loss."