My Sweetheart
Chapter 549 She Was Dying to See Him

The red light on the door of the operating room was on. Zofia was in tears snuggling up to her brother, groggy. Being said, she still peered at the operating room.

Three hours later, the red light went out.

A different doctor came out. Zofia scooted over and gripped his hand. "Doctor..., how is my mother?"

The doctor pursed his lips and said nothing.

After a long while, Joseph walked out and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry."

Zofia's eyes widened. Teetering, she fainted in Bertie's arms.

Bertie looked much calmer than her, but pain crept up on his eyes.

"My mother...."

"You can see her one last time," Joseph said heavily and took off his mask.

The next second, Bertie grasped Joseph's shirt, and the two tall men locked eyes with each other.

The other doctor said calmly, "Sir, please take a grip on yourself."

Bertie squinted and clenched his fists. After a while, he let go of Joseph.

Joseph said in a grave tone, "I'm sorry for your loss."

Bertie asked his assistant to drive Zofia home and went into the ward.

Mrs. Marshall's eyes were closed, and her lips frequently parted. She was having trouble speaking.

Bertie stood at her bedside, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Shuddering, he bent down and said in a tone peppered with sorrow, "Mom...."

Zofia woke up two hours later in another ward with empty eyes.

A nurse came to pull out the needle for her. She asked in panic, "Where's my mother...?"

The nurse did not know the specifics and could not answer.

Zofia staggered out of bed, but the nurse quickly stopped her. "Miss Marshall, you need more fluids."

"No, I don't!"

She came to the corridor but did not know what floor this was, so she ran to the elevator. When its door opened, Joseph, who was wearing a white coat, walked out. She threw herself at him and pleaded, "Joseph, my mother.... Take me to my mother!"

She sounded devastated, gripping his cuff and looking at him expectantly.

Her mother was going to be fine.

Nothing bad would happen to her.

He frowned and slowly nodded.

However, he took her to the morgue instead.

Her face turned pale as she gawped at Joseph, shaking her head hard and muttering, "No..., Joseph, take me to my mother. My mother is not here...."

Not far away, Bertie was smoking. He put out the cigarette and came over to hug Zofia.

"Mom left in peace. She told me everything she wanted to say."

"Bertie, I don't believe you.... You're all lying to me, aren't you?" Zofia's voice was heart-wrenching.

Even though she had known there was a 50% chance her mother wouldn't make it, she had trusted Joseph to save her.

But reality was so painful.

"Bertie, quickly take me to Mother, please...." She tugged her brother reluctantly.

Bertie pursed his thin lips and held her in his arms, whispering, "Zofia, I promise to look after you."

She sobbed louder. Bertie hooked his arms around her shoulders and left, throwing a meaningful look at Joseph.

In the evening, a Black Cayenne entered University F.

Joseph's car was parked under the girls' dormitory. Turning off the car, he looked up.

Kathy's room was on the fifth floor, and he could see the light on the right side of the balcony.

He stared at it until it went out on twelve o'clock.

Kathy turned in. Actually, she had seen Joseph's car when she had been hanging clothes on the balcony.

They hadn't contacted each other for two days.

The memory of their fight was still fresh. She hadn't meant it when she asked Joseph to go to Zofia. She had just been in a fit. But how could he take her word for it?

Tossing and turning, Kathy had trouble sleeping. Browsing WeChat moments, she was taken aback by Bertie's latest post. "Rest in peace."

Kathy trembled. Mrs. Marshall passed away?

She sat up and ran to the balcony. Joseph's car was still there.

Zofia must be so upset right now.

They used to be close friends, so Kathy was worried about her.

However, wasn't Joseph with her now?

She stared at the black Cayenne and saw it leave.

She grasped the railing and bit her lips hard.

The next day, Kathy waited for Reece in the classroom. They planned to do homework together.

Absent-minded, she made multiple mistakes.

Reece wasn't angry. Instead, he patiently instructed her, and she finally concentrated.

They left the classroom at noon. She picked up her phone and saw a bunch of missing calls from Jennifer, so she called back.

Mrs. Marshall and Jennifer had been close. Therefore, Jennifer wanted to go with Kathy to Mrs. Marshall's funeral.

Kathy marked her calendar. It would be on weekends.

Reece stood not far away, his eyes on Kathy.

She was in white jeans which accentuated her wonderful figure. She was often dressed this casually.

He pursed his lips and went over when Kathy hung up the phone.

"Let's have lunch. We are going to the research laboratory in the afternoon." Reece sounded like he was giving an order.

Kathy nodded. She was also distracted when eating.

She wasn't paying attention to what Reece said, her mind somewhere else.

"Kathy, you don't look so good. Do you want to go back and rest?"

"I'm fine." Kathy forced an ugly wry smile.

"Sorry, I will pull myself together."

"I'll walk you to your dormitory. You should have a rest. Have you been taking your medicine on time?" Reece frowned.

The doctor had prescribed medicine for her in the infirmary yesterday, but... she forgot about it.

She was embarrassed.

"I will from now on."

He gazed at her, knowing it was about Joseph.

Coldness flashed over his eyes, but he didn't say anything else.

Kathy returned to her dormitory in the afternoon and turned on the news to see if any of it was about Joseph.

Unfortunately, there was none, but the Marshall family was all over the news.

Marshall Group had been in a crisis. Coupled with Mrs. Marshall's death, its share price plummeted. The reporters latched onto Bertie like vultures. Kathy was not interested in that. All she could think about was Joseph.

Was he in the hospital?

She missed him so much and was dying to see him.

Half an hour later, Kathy came to the hospital.

Joseph was on duty in the neurosurgery department. Many patients were waiting in line. She stood at the elevator and hesitated.00