Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1433

Of course, nothing could happen to him.

He promised himself that he would take care of the two of them for a lifetime. He promised to protect them so that they could live in peace and happiness.

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That was what Phoebe thought. Then, she hugged Quill tightly in her arms and slowly closed her eyes.

It was not until a few firemen rushed out of the fire with Haward that Phoebe finally saw him. So injured was he that he was almost unrecognizable. She took a deep breath. She just held Quill in her arms and stared at him.

Quill, who was in her arms, seemed to have sensed something. She wanted to turn around to look, but his mother held him tightly in her arms. "Don't look, QuiL Don't look. Your father promised us that he would be fine, so we have to wait until he regains consciousness, alright?" Phoebe spoke as she patted the back of Quill's head. She whispered, "He will be fine."

After the ambulance arrived, they transported Haward on the stretcher and were ready to leave. Phoebe rushed over with Quill and said, "Doctor, we are his family."

After that, they were allowed to follow him. Haward was seriously injured. Before he arrived at the hospital, they could only carry out basic treatment. Quill was in his mother's arms the whole time. He didn't have a chance to look at his father.

Although Phoebe protected her own child very well, she was transfixed on her husband's condition, and her eyes became red.

The paramedics in the ambulance performed first aid on Haward. During that period, Phoebe had been holding her child and did not let Quill see his father's condition.

It was not until they arrived at the hospital that Haward was sent to the emergency room.

They waited outside. One of the nurses passed by, and Phoebe quickly stood up and said, "I'm sorry but my child's hand is injured."

The nurse took a look and found that the child's hand was badly mutilated and almost couldn't be seen. Hence, she hurriedly said, "Oh my gosh, how did he get injured so badly? It must hurt like crazy. Come with me. I'll treat your wound."

The nurse was about to come over and take Quill, but he nestled in Phoebe's arms and shook his head hard. "No, I won't go. I want to wait for my father here."

The nurse thought of the person inside who was injured and became nauseous as Haward's injuries were really serious. Whether Haward could be saved or not was still unknown.

"Kid, your father is still being treated. There are professionals inside. There's no use waiting here. Come with me so I can treat your wounds. Once it's done, I will bring you back, okay?"

Quill wanted to say something, but Phoebe, who was behind him, pushed him to the back. Her voice was as gentle as the wind, "Quill, listen to the nurse. Go with her to get your wounds treated. If not, they will get infected. When Dad wakes up, he will worry about you."

Perhaps Quill was touched by the last sentence. His lips moved, and he finally agreed, and then he followed the nurse to get his wounds treated. Before leaving, he kept looking back at his mother.

There was a gentle smile on Phoebe's face. "Go, Quill. I'll be waiting for you here."

Quill followed the nurse and left, one step at a time.

Phoebe looked at his small figure, her eyes filled with guilt. As a mother, she should have gone with her son to have his wounds treated. After all, her son's hand was so badly injured. However, she had no choice but to be selfish for now as her husband's life was still uncertain. She really couldn't leave at this moment.

Just now, in the ambulance, she desperately controlled Quill to prevent him from seeing his father.

That was because Haward looked... really scary.

At first glance, she felt as if a knife had stabbed into her heart.

A child must not witness this. She was really worried that it would affect him mentally.

The nurse took Quill to treat the wounds on his hand. When the nurse saw them at first, she didn't know what to do.

It was because the child's entire

hand was badly injured. Blood and flesh were entangled together. Even though she had been a nurse for many years, she still felt very distressed when she saw how the child pursed his thin lips without saying a word at that moment

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Therefore, the nurse's attitude towards him was very gentle. Even when she spoke, her voice was very soft, "Kid, your injuries are serious. It hurts very much, doesn't it? Don't worry, I'll definitely be gentle of it hurts, just tell me, I will be even more

gentle."

He did not say a word.

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The nurse started to treat his wound. At first, the nurse paid special attention to him, for fear that he would suddenly shout or cry However, she was a little surprised because he didn't cry at all. He hadn't even said a word. Content

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His amazing endurance stunned the nurse. After a while, she pitied the child because she speculated that he might be worried about his father. Thinking of this, the nurse patted the back of his head and said softly, "Don't worry, your father will be fine."

Upon hearing this, Quill raised his head and looked straight at her. His eyes made the nurse worried and sad. She could only pray with him, hoping that his father could be saved.

Although Quill didn't want to talk to outsiders at this time, the nurse was talking about his father. Thus, in the end, he moved his mouth and told the nurse sincerely, "Thank you."

The nurse touched his head again.

After a while, he added, "Auntie, can I go back to see my father?"

The nurse thought for a moment and nodded. She stood up and said, "I'll take you there."

His wounds had been treated, and the nurse took Quill in the direction of the emergency room they were at just now. As they walked over, the door of the emergency room opened.

Hearing the door of the emergency room open at this time, the nurse's heart jolted.

At this moment, Phoebe also stood up and walked forward quickly.

"Hello, doctor. How is my husband?"

When she asked this question, she clenched her fists. Her fingernails, which were not very long, sank deep into her flesh. She looked calm, but only she herself knew how anxious and restless she was then.

The doctor took off his mask. His staff members came out behind him, one after another.

He looked at Phoebe apologetically.

"I'm sorry. Please go in and meet the patient one last time."

Boom!

Something collapsed in her mind and then disappeared.