Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 45: Young Madam, Do You Want to Kill the Young Maste

On the other side, Hailey Smith looked at the now-unconscious Godfery, continuing to stay on the call with her brother.

"Bro, is it really okay to take Godfery to First Hospital in this condition?"

Basil Smith calmly replied, "It’s too late to go back to the Imperial Garden now; First Hospital is the nearest. Once you arrive, go straight through the VIP passage, take Godfery to the VIP ward, and don’t let anyone in. I’m heading over with people right now."

"Okay, hurry, bro. Godfery is bleeding continuously."

"Hmm..."

Hailey Smith stayed on the call the entire way to First Hospital. After settling Godfery, she didn’t call a doctor, only instructed the director to prepare all the dications and surgical tools needed for an ergency, then waited for Basil Smith to arrive.

It wasn’t long before Basil Smith arrived with his team; heaven knows how fast they drove.

The people Basil Smith brought quickly surrounded the VIP ward, guarding it tightly—not even a fly could get in.

Inside the ward, Basil Smith changed into sterile clothing.

Godfery’s injuries weren’t too severe, but he had lost a lot of blood.

Because of Godfery’s coagulation issues, once injured, it was difficult for him to stop bleeding.

Years ago, during one incident, the out-of-control Godfery, not trusting anyone, left imdiately after being injured.

By the ti they found him, Godfery was bleeding incessantly, nearly beyond saving.

For the glass shards embedded in his abdon, Basil Smith was extrely cautious during the extraction process, holding the scalpel steady, treating it with the importance of a major surgery to prevent further bleeding.

anwhile, Alia Wright had also arrived outside the hospital.

Looking at the hospital, which seed like a monster, her heart tightened.

Hamilton asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Alia Wright shook her head, "I’m fine. You don’t need to follow anymore. Go deal with the racetrack issues. If I learn again that you’re gambling with your limbs or your life, I’ll cripple you myself."

Although Alia had the appearance of a high school underclassman, Hamilton sensed she might truly an it if he ssed up again.

"Hey, you have to tell your na or how would I find you next ti."

"Alia Wright. I’ll co looking for you later," Alia said and turned to run into the hospital.

It was the first ti she had entered a hospital since her rebirth.

All at once, cold sweat began to break out all over Alia Wright. The omnipresent sll of disinfectant in the hospital triggered an uncontrollable stress response in her body.

The pain was like the kind she had when deeply afflicted by cancer in her past life—every inch of skin and every strand of flesh and bone ached.

Her back was soaked with sweat, her face as pale as a sheet, yet her steps did not falter.

Until she reached the outside of the VIP ward that Basil Smith had ntioned and was stopped by soone.

Alia Wright gasped for breath, like a fish nearing suffocation, "How... how is he?"

A confidant of Godfery Shaw answered, "Young Madam, you can’t go in right now, Basil Smith is operating on Godfery."

At the ntion of surgery, Alia’s face turned even paler, and she waited outside with the watchers.

She didn’t know how long she could withstand this intense stress reaction but wanted to hold on until she could see Godfery to be assured.

Ti seed to stretch endlessly for Alia in pain; it felt like a century had passed.

Finally, the door to the ward opened, and Basil Smith erged in sterile clothing.

Seeing the blood on Basil’s gloves, Alia clutched her clothes tightly.

Basil gave a few instructions to the people guarding the door and walked toward Alia, "Young Madam, co with ."

Alia’s steps were already beginning to falter as she followed Basil to the adjacent ward.

Once the door closed, Basil spoke, "Young Madam, do you intend to kill Godfery?"

Alia stiffened and shook her head.

Basil’s tone beca colder, "You knew upon marrying into the Imperial Garden that Godfery could not get hurt. You even promised not to harm him again, but look at what happened—the fire! The racetrack!"

The pain made Alia’s vision blur. She shook her head instinctively; she hadn’t ant for this to happen, she didn’t want it this way.

She opened her mouth to explain, but it was as if she had lost the ability to speak—no words ca out.

Basil continued, "I know you didn’t cause Godfery’s injuries directly, but it’s undeniable that every ti he gets hurt, it’s related to you. Young Madam, continuing like this will kill Godfery!"

Alia gasped for air, on the verge of suffocation.

This was the last thing she needed to hear at the mont.

Kill soone?

Hadn’t she already caused her parents and brother’s deaths in her past life; must she also end Godfery’s this ti around?

"Young Madam, Godfery treats you very well, and you should be aware of it. If you don’t want to harm him, please think of him before doing anything. If you can’t even do that, I hope you leave him for good, never to return!"

Alia staggered back a step.

She truly had been causing Godfery harm all along.

Yet she had never wanted this outco.

Whether it was in the fiery chaos with the Wright family or at the thrilling racetrack, she could ensure her survival, only ever risking mild injuries—she never cared if she got hurt or not.

But both tis, the injuries she should have sustained were taken by Godfery instead.

Why would Godfery do that? She could no longer understand this new Godfery.

Leave forever?

"Can I... see him now?" Alia’s voice was as weak as that of a severely ill person.

It made it impossible for Basil to continue saying harsh words.

"You may, but Godfery hasn’t woken up yet. If you wish to apologize, you’ll have to wait until he wakes up."

There was sothing Basil didn’t say: once Godfery awakened, in an emotionally volatile state, he, as the second young master, would be even less likely to let Alia see him.

Alia went to the ward.

The sll of blood and disinfectant in the ward was even more potent, causing Alia’s face to grow even paler.

She looked at Godfery, unconscious on the hospital bed, and whispered, "I’m sorry."

Basil watched inside the ward, unsure of what the Young Madam intended to do; if it was rely an apology, Godfery, in his current state of unconsciousness, couldn’t hear it anyway.

After apologizing, Alia suddenly picked up a small pair of scissors, likely used for cutting around Godfery’s wounds.

Basil had a bad feeling, and his eyelid twitched.

The next mont, Alia held the small scissors and forcefully cut a wound on her palm.

Basil exclaid in shock, "Young Madam, what are you doing?"

Blood dripped from Alia’s palm onto the ground. She looked at Basil, answering seriously, "I hurt him; I’ll pay it back."

Basil was so shocked at this mont that he was nearly speechless; is this how one pays it back?

At that mont, Basil suddenly understood that the problem lay not only with Godfery; the Young Madam’s mindset clearly had issues too!

And they were severe!

Who, after hurting soone, would pay it back in such a manner?

Yet Alia felt there was nothing unusual about this way of repaynt; she hurt you, then paid it back with her own pain—entirely reasonable.

In these tis of pain and remorse, she had beco quite unlike a normal person.

Moreover, the stress response, that suffocating pain, also prevented Alia from thinking clearly.

Basil imdiately left the ward to get so gauze and dicine.

Alia walked to the bedside, looking at the unconscious Godfery, and softly spoke: "Godfery, why have you changed? Wasn’t it better when you kept your distance like in our past life? With how you are treating now, for soone like who’s never been loved, what if, what if I can’t help but get close to you? I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist pulling you down to hell with ..."