The Wanted Wife: Daddy, Mommy Escapes again! Chapter 53 - A Traffic Accident

Chapter 53: A Traffic Accident

Translator: Liu Tong

Proofread by Peter Gong

Florence doesn’t want to let Nelson down, either. Anyway, children are naturally more kind than adults, and she doesn’t want to make him a vigilant person who always feels hostile to the world. Thinking of this, Florence feels more comfortable. She touches her son’s head, saying softly, “Mom was in a hurry just now. Honey, you are right. There is no absolute bad man, the uncle is nice. But if he hurts you, you must learn to protect yourself, OK?” Nelson nods innocently. His beautiful big eyes remind her of Brian’s verve for a mont.

Florence feels stunned because the child is growing up and he increasingly takes after that man. She stands up, takes his hand, and goes to the place ntioned by Baron. However, on the way, she always feels upset. Her presentint cos true soon. On the way, their car has an accident. The sudden disaster leaves Florence at a loss. Her head is hurt, but she still manages to take Nelson out of the smoky car. The driver stepped on the brake at last to save them, however, he died on the spot. It is too late to save him.

Li is extraordinarily calm. The boy is in a coma and covered with blood. The crowd around them keep taking pictures with their cell phones, but no one is willing to help. She stumbles and waits for a taxi on the road with Nelson in her arms. The little boy in her arms is closing his eyes tightly all the ti. It seems that Florence looks calm at the mont, but her tears keep falling on Nelson’s cheeks. “Honey, we’ll be in the hospital soon. You’ll be fine, I’m here!” In the past, the child would respond to her with a smile, and his clear ringing laugh can reverberate in her ears, but at this mont, there is no reaction, and there is only silence. Maybe mothers have super power, and she ignores her pain and just focuses all her attention on her child.

In fact, Florence’s legs were pierced by glass, and so shards were even embedded in her calves. Her whole body is stained with her fresh blood, which looks rather frightening. Finally, they get to the nearby hospital, and Nelson is then sent to the operating room. The doctor sees the wounds on Florence’s legs and frowns. “Miss, your wounds also need to be treated. It looks very serious.” Florence nods in a muddle, then shakes her head. Her eyes look very firm. “I will be here and wait for him. Please, doctor.” It seems that the doctor is accustod to facing such a situation. He just sighs and hurries into the operating room. The red light at the door of the operating room lights up soon.

Florence sits on the chair in the corridor, and she is so nervous that she folds her hands against her forehead, making a silent pray to God for help: don’t let her son leave her. Thinking of the little boy who is lying on the cold sickbed now, she feels so sad. She stares at the ground with a pair of red eyes and wants to distract her attention. She would not like to be so cowardly. The door of the operating room is suddenly opened, and the doctor’s assistant cos out, “Nelson’s family!” “How is he?” Florence imdiately stands up and goes to her. The assistant is wearing a mask, therefore, Florence cannot identify her face. But her tone seems to be kind of anxious. “Now the child needs Rh negative blood. What’s your blood type?”

Florence is stunned. Her blood is type A, but she rembers that Brian’s is the sa as Nelson’s. Her face shows obviously that her blood type is unmatched. The assistant glances if there is soone else behind her but she finds nobody. “Why hasn’t his father co?” she complains. Without hesitation, Florence imdiately calls Brian, without any complaint, she just says the key point directly. He responds and hangs up. There are two plans made by the doctor: one is to draw blood on site, and the other is to ask for it from the blood bank, but in fact there’s little ti. Florence has developed a habit since she was a child. When she is nervous, she will bite her fingertips subconsciously. She can hardly feel the sll of blood. She just looks at the entrance eagerly.

Brian’s cold reaction also makes her restless. She is even not sure if he will co, but he should never be so cruel to Nelson, after all he is his son. As she thought, it only takes ten minutes for Brian to appear. She is surprised at his speed. There is no previous constraint and entanglent between them. Therefore, Florence takes him to draw blood at once. He is wearing a black sweater and looks so cool. Florence stands by anxiously, watching his blood shaking in the needle tube. She is in a trance. Nelson has the sa blood as his after all!

At this mont, she feels sothing magical. The two-hour operation has put Florence on the edge of hell. She would rather lie in the operation room than see Nelson there. The door of the operating room is finally opened, and the doctor and nurses sigh with relief, “He is too young and it is also the first ti for us to do such a difficult operation. But fortunately, everything is OK, the child just needs to stay in hospital for so ti.” Florence thanks the doctor, “Thank you, doctor. I really don’t know how to express my gratitude to you. Thank you very much.” The doctor is a man in his forties, with a kind smile on his face. “That’s all right. It is what we should do.”

Nelson still doesn’t wake up, just like a little sleeping angel. Florence checks the instrunts attached to him frequently for fear that sothing goes wrong. The nurse by her side explains, “The effect of anesthetics hasn’t gone, he will soon wake up. Don’t worry.” Brian stands aside, staring at Nelson who is on the bed. While he is looking at his pale and bloodless face, Nelson’s happy figure cos to his mind. Maybe this is the so-called “blood is thicker than water. “ When he drew blood just now, he felt sowhat moved. In this world, he has his own little child and his body also bleeds the sa blood as his.

Finally, Brian takes back his thoughts and focuses on Florence, who is bloodstained and obviously hurt. “You’re hurt. I’ll take you to get your wounds dressed first.” “I’ll wait for my son to wake up.” “Nurses are here.” Florence suddenly looks up at him and her pale face is full of anger. “You don’t have to care about .” However, she has underestimated him. The man imdiately holds her up horizontally, and at the mont she even doesn’t have a chance to resist. Then she is sent to the dical room under the gaze of the people.