I nodded, but I could only speak with an angry voice, "The father of the child died."
As the words fell, his face was filled with sympathy.
He offered to take care of me until I was discharged from the hospital.
I declined his kind offer.
I transferred the hospitalization and surgery fees to him and persuaded him to leave.
Even though the man had left, online public opinion continued to rage.
The topic of the fire in the backyard of the rescue team leader carried its own heat.
At this moment, it had already hit a hot search headline on major software platforms.
My neighbor kindly posted a photo of me lying on the ground in the comment section.
It instantly sparked a heated discussion across the Internet and everyone cursed the rescue team for only focusing on putting out fires.
Turning a blind eye to a pregnant woman and the life in her belly.
If that was the case, then they should be called a fire brigade team, not a rescue operation team.
I had scrolled through the comments section of the cyberbullying and felt that this punishment was still too light for Jeremiah.
In a minute later, I opened the chat box and wanted to send him a message for a divorce. But, Yvonne's boasting message popped up first.
It turned out that she was also in this hospital, hospitalizing downstairs from me.
In the photo, Jeremiah feed her porridge personally and blew on it carefully again and again for fear that she would get burned.
To tell you the truth, I had seen the photos of them being intimate and blending together countless times. So, this kind of picture could no longer arouse my emotions.
I calmly closed her chat box and called Jeremiah.
It took me calling him the fifth time before he finally answered, his voice extremely impatient.
"You still have the face to call me? Why? To ask if Yvonne is dead? I'm so sorry to disappoint you! She has been rescued by me! She's alive and well in the hospital now!"
"Zenith, I've known you for so long, but I never thought you were this kind of person. Do you know what you are doing? You are killing people! Are you crazy?"
"I'll give you one hour to get your ass to her ward and apologize to her right now! Or else you'll get a divorce!"
Before I could say anything, I heard the voice of Yvonne sobbing from the other end of the phone.