CHAPTER 113: CHAPTER 113: SHE’S NOT A GOOD PERSON

The two had just finished chatting and were about to leave to enjoy some private time together when his phone rang.

The caller ID displayed: Beau Morgan.

Sophia Lowell glanced over, then looked away.

Zane Sterling answered the call and turned on the speaker.

"Mr. Sterling—" Beau Morgan’s voice was clearly strained, with a tone of choking and emotion.

"Manager Morgan." Zane Sterling’s tone was indifferent.

"I’m sorry, I’m really trying not to disturb you, but, uh..." Her voice was filled with painful groans over the phone.

"Manager Morgan." His tone was slightly tense, and the hand gripping the steering wheel tightened somewhat.

Sophia Lowell also felt a bit tense. What was going on?

"I’ve hurt my leg, can you—come over and pick me up? I just called the emergency center, um..." She continued to speak, her voice hoarse with gritted teeth.

Zane Sterling started the car and turned it around.

She continued with a strained voice: "I just called the emergency center, but they... they might not arrive quickly..."

"I’ll be right there." Zane Sterling said.

Sophia Lowell sat in the passenger seat, feeling uneasy. This was quite timely.

But how could the man think too much about it?

Men have always been fond of feeble, delicate women, just like when Henry Quinn hurt her, and she cried her eyes out, Zane Sterling’s pang of sympathy was deeply ingrained.

It was comparable to what was happening now.

Sophia Lowell prayed that she was mistaken; after all, it’s Chinese New Year’s Day today, who would make trouble at this time—it would be bad luck, wouldn’t it?

The car quickly arrived at the villa’s entrance.

Both got out of the car, and Zane Sterling ran inside.

Sophia Lowell first opened the back seat before going inside.

The villa had a simplistic Nordic style, suggesting an idealistic woman with a taste for life.

She passed through the yard and had just walked inside when Zane Sterling carried Beau Morgan in his arms and hurried out of the kitchen, passing by her shoulder.

Sophia Lowell vaguely noticed broken glass bottles on the kitchen floor, remnants of blood, and the stove still had an open flame.

She hurried inside and turned off the stove.

On the stove were wontons just taken out from the fridge, still frozen.

This likely happened while reaching for soy sauce; she slipped, fell, and injured her leg.

Without thinking much, she repeatedly examined the surroundings, fearing there were places still without proper electricity or flame control.

Finally, she quickly rushed outside.

Upon returning to the car, Zane Sterling had already taken bandages from the first-aid kit in the trunk to stop the bleeding, but the wound was too large to do more than simple bandaging.

"Get in the car quickly." Zane Sterling said to Sophia Lowell.

Sophia Lowell wasted no time, hurriedly got into the passenger seat.

Beau Morgan leaned back on the rear seat, breathing heavily, enduring extreme pain.

She looked at her leg; her stockings were torn by glass, her high heels left in the kitchen, her left foot was covered in blood, and the wound on her calf was about ten centimeters long.

She shivered involuntarily.

Even Sophia Lowell broke out in a cold sweat looking at it.

This situation definitely didn’t seem self-inflicted.

"Sorry Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling..." She squeezed these words through the pain, forcing a smile, "I’m troubling you again."

"Save your strength, don’t speak." Zane Sterling controlled the steering wheel, responding mildly.

"Hang in there; we’ll be at the hospital soon." Sophia Lowell didn’t know how to comfort her, watching the continuous bleeding from her leg made her hands tremble.

"Thank you." Beau Morgan said, then closed her eyes, her lips curling up slightly, whether for appearances or to show strength.

The two in front didn’t see this.

The entrance to the underground parking lot was blocked, and the car stopped at the hospital entrance.

Zane Sterling said while getting out of the car, "Sophia, find a place to park. I’ll take her to the emergency room first; after parking, come find me."

"Alright." Sophia Lowell unbuckled her seatbelt, glancing at the woman in the back seat.

She bit her lip, tears in the corners of her eyes, an appearance so delicate and pitiful it evoked sympathy.

Sophia Lowell frowned; such a wound would surely hurt—it would make anyone cry.

She watched Zane Sterling carefully lift her up; the woman naturally wrapped her arms around his neck, lying on him completely.

For some reason, her heart ached a bit, despite just being a victim and a helper, yet she felt somewhat uncomfortable inside.

Such thoughts flashed briefly, she returned to the driver’s seat, driving the car to find a parking space.

The radio in the car broadcasted recent news; on Chinese New Year’s Day, there had been a series of rear-end collisions, and now the city hospital was overcrowded, not to mention the parking spaces.

It felt like the hospital was surrounded completely.

She didn’t drive into the underground parking lot but chose to park outside, then hurriedly took Zane Sterling’s forgotten phone from the car.

On the way to emergency care, she answered several calls from Zoe Walsh, indicating they were already informed.

However, they were on their way to play, stuck on a highway, neither here nor there—distant water couldn’t save the nearby fire, leaving Sophia Lowell and Zane Sterling responsible.

At moments like these, Sophia Lowell didn’t feel anything; even if it was a stranger, encountering such a case, one would have to help.

Just as she arrived at the emergency room, she ran too fast, colliding with a strong build, making her head spin; she held her forehead, raising her eyes slightly.

"Faye Ellison?" She panted, looking at the angular-featured man, smiling.

The man wore a long wool coat, a gray scarf, looking neat and clean,

"So proactive?" He smiled roguishly, rubbing his thumb along the scarf.

Just as Sophia Lowell wanted to speak, Faye Ellison spoke first, "He’s not in the emergency room. I just saw him carry someone to the inpatient department."

City Hospital is under Zane Sterling’s family’s domain; the emergency room was completely blocked, and he carried someone through the VIP channel.

Sophia Lowell said thank you, ready to leave, but was tugged back by him.

"Sophia, Beau Morgan isn’t a good person." He left this sentence, then let go and walked away.

Sophia Lowell watched his departing figure, pondering over his words.

He knew Beau Morgan too?

Beau Morgan isn’t a good person?

But, would anyone really harm themselves for a married man?

Without much thought, she ran towards the inpatient department.

After several twists and turns, she finally caught up with them, panting heavily.

She leaned against the door frame, hands on her hips, breathing deeply.

Meanwhile, in the VIP ward, Zane Sterling stood with hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall, Beau Morgan sitting on the bed, tears in her eyes.

Beau Morgan looked at the indifferent man beside her, feeling a surge of sadness.

"Bear with it; just had anesthesia, the effects might not kick in quickly." The female nurse said gently, her gaze lingering on him for two seconds before pulling away.

Zane Sterling’s expression was mild, frowning without looking at her, instead turning towards the door.

Why hadn’t that woman returned yet?

If she didn’t hurry back, the house might get robbed.

"It hurts—" Beau Morgan clutched the armrest beside her tightly, crying even more.

In less than ten minutes, Sophia Lowell returned, standing at the door catching her breath, seeing this scene.

She had seemed quite able to endure pain in the car; why couldn’t she bear it here?

Frowning deeply, she recalled Faye Ellison’s remark, her mind in chaos.

At that moment, Zane Sterling and Sophia Lowell’s eyes met.