Chapter 1170

His emotions were very unstable. Lilian’s safety was still undetermined. As a father, he could only use such a way to vent out his dissatisfaction and sense of insecurity.

It was at this moment that the lights of the operating theater were turned off.

Jeremy got up and strolled to the doctor who was coming out. “Doctor, how’s my daughter doing?

She’s bleeding heavily. Where is she injured? Will my daughter’s life be in danger?”

He kept bombarding the doctor with tons of questions, his eyes glistening with anxiety.

“The child’s back was grazed with metal scraps. She was bleeding a lot and in a rather critical phase.

Fortunately, she was sent to the hospital just in time. For the time being, there’s no danger to her life.”

The doctor then let out a sigh.

“However, the child’s head has suffered from a serious concussion. We’ll have to wait till the child is awake before carrying out further examinations.”

Hearing the comment made Jeremy want to punch himself real hard.

He was blaming himself for stopping his footsteps earlier, or else, the little girl would not have been so absent-minded and stood there motionless.

If only he had run a bit faster and grabbed his kid away, then she would not have been involved in the explosion and got herself injured.

It was all his fault.

He was a failure as a father.

It was one thing he had never given his love to his kids, but he even got his kid into such danger.

Jeremy went to the VIP ward and stared at the doll-like face of the little girl who was unconscious. He hated himself.

He had been telling himself that since his time on this earth was limited, he should not acknowledge the little girl to prevent the kid from enduring further sufferings when he was gone.

However, he had forgotten that the little soul in there needed her father’s warmth and protection.

“Lillian, it’s my fault. When you’re awake, I’ll apologize to you.”

Jeremy held onto Lillian’s cold little hand, placing it over his lips and kissing it.

Looking at the pale kid, Jeremy lost all the courage to give Madeline a call.

He promised her that he would bring their kid back home safely, but currently, their little princess was lying on the hospital bed, passed out cold.

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Madeline was on her way back to Whitman Manor in Ryan’s car.

Along the journey, there was a time where she lost her consciousness.

Ryan did not wish for her to know about Adam’s whereabouts. Hence, he made her dizzy and knocked her out.

Before Madeline got down from the car, Ryan wound down the car window and reminded her.

“Remember the things you’ve promised. If you can’t do it, you’ll never be able to get the third bottle of reagent.”

Madeline could only coldly glance at Ryan, who was threatening her, before heading into the house.

Under the dark blue night sky, Ryan stared at Madeline’s strong outline as his eyes gave off a victorious joy.

Jackson had been waiting for Madeline’s return, so he was not in the mood to have his meal.

At that moment, he seemed to know that Madeline was almost back home and was waiting at the entrance.

“Mommy, you’re back.” The little kid held her hand while his eyes looked worried.

Madeline looked around the hall. “Your dad hasn’t come back home yet?”

Jackson shook his head. “Nope, Lillian isn’t home as well.”

Madeline then quickly booted up her phone.

She realized that when her phone was switched off, Jeremy had not given her a call nor sent her a message.

Suddenly, she felt insecure and quickly dialed Jeremy’s number. However, at that moment, the unknown foreign number was calling her once again.

Madeline answered the call and questioned, “Who the hell are you?!”