Queen Revenge

I woke up in a hospital.

Greatly injured with some minor injuries and a mild concussion to the brain.

It’s kind of God’s way of favoring me.

Those who have experienced the edge of life and death have an extra sense of reverence for life.

When the car crashed, I was scared, scared to death, I was scared to die as “Bella Hill”, and in the cemetery where my name is engraved on the gravestone, someone else is buried, and if I die and my gravestone is engraved with the name “Bella Hill”, it’s ironic to think that I would die with the name “Bella Hill”. If I die and my tombstone bears the name “Bella Hill,” it’s ironic to think about.

Besides, I can’t die without finding the baby.

Luckily I’m still alive.

The first person I saw when I opened my eyes was Walker Richter.

He lay down on the couch next to him and fell asleep, his long arms and legs curled up in the couch, and it wasn’t nice to look at him.

I looked out the window, it was dark and the wall clock showed the time, seven thirty.

I was just about to try to sit up when Walker Richter suddenly rolled over as if he was going to wake up.

I hurriedly lay back and closed my eyes pretending to be asleep, and before long I heard him get up, followed by a shadow over my head, and I could feel his deep eyes scrutinizing me.

My heart raced suddenly, and I heard the sound of the instruments ticking faster, and just as I was about to hold my eyes open, I heard his footsteps as he turned and headed out the door.

I quietly lifted my eyes and saw that he had really walked out, which was a huge relief, then reacted to the fact that I didn’t even know why I had just pretended to be asleep.

After about a few minutes, a set of footsteps came this way.

Then I heard Walker Richter’s voice: “Dr. Ho, check it out, what’s going on with her rapid heartbeat just now.”

“Mr. Richter take it easy, I’ll take a look.”

The words just fell, I feel a cold chest, cold instruments in my body to listen to me, the doctor and prop open my eyes to check, at that time I almost can not help but directly wake up, but also afraid of Walker Richter know that I woke up early, but also let me go to do what the interpreter would be suffered.

After some examination, Dr. Ho said to Walker Richter, “Nothing serious, Mr. Richter don’t worry.”

“So when will she wake up?” Walker Richter’s voice.

“That’s uncertain for now, maybe he’ll wake up soon, maybe later.” Dr. He answered officially.

“Could she have suffered any aftereffects from the blow to the head? Like dementia? Or memory loss?”

Why does Walker Richter care so much about me? Why do you ask such detailed questions?

I think Walker Richter just wants me to become demented.

“It depends on the specific situation after Ms. Richter wakes up, maybe there will be aftereffects, maybe there is none, these can’t be said.” Dr. He laughed and said, “As for memory loss, that’s all a bridge inside a novel, from a medical point of view, this kind of possibility is very small, transient amnesia, or cause certain memory fragments to be missing this may be possible, but from the point of view of Ms. Richter’s injury … …”

The voice suddenly stopped abruptly, and then Walker Richter was heard to say, “Please, Dr. Ho.”

“Mr. Richter is welcome.”

And then after that, I heard the footsteps of the doctors leaving and Walker Richter sitting back on the couch.

The hospital room was suddenly quiet, the kind of dead silence.

Walker Richter was not going to leave, so I had to “wake up”, saw Walker Richter, and asked in mock surprise: “Honey, why are you here, what happened to me? By the way, I remember a car crashed into me, and then I don’t know what happened.”

Walker Richter didn’t come over immediately to care for me either, but instead looked at me with an air of calmness and a question on his lips, “Don’t know anything anymore? Where did you go before the accident?”

My heart thumped, could it be that Walker Richter knew I had gone to the orphanage?

I look at Walker Richter and shake my head, “Nothing more.”

Dr. Ho said just now that it’s still possible to have transient memory loss.

Walker Richter got up, walked over, looked at me condescendingly, and said without haste, “I saw your car at the Angel Orphanage today.”

I braced both eyes.

I had forgotten about that.

I drive a Bella Hill car, how could Walker Richter not recognize it.

What if he knew I went but went quietly to avoid him.

I rubbed my head and asked back in mock bewilderment, “Did I go to the Angel Orphanage? What did I go there for, and why don’t I remember anything about it.”

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At this point in time, beat a dead horse and not admit it.

I rubbed my head and let out an ouch, “Honey, my head hurts, I don’t think I’ve hit my brain.”

“Busted your head?” Walker Richter raised his hand and poked me in the forehead.

I bet Walker Richter did it on purpose, with the gauze wrapped around his head, he poked the wound impartially, and it hurt so much I sucked in a breath of cold air.

He had a cloudy tone; “It seems to be really crashed, such a smart head, it’s a shame to crash it, on the side of the Polish client, it seems that we can only find someone else as well.”

I laughed inwardly at how that sounded a little weird.

Do I count this as a blessing in disguise?

I’ve been thinking about how to avoid translating for Polish clients before, but now, well, isn’t being injured like this a perfect excuse?

Happy in my heart, I didn’t move on my face and said in a regretful tone, “Hubby, I’m really sorry for not being able to help you, I really wanted to share my husband’s worries, I only blame myself for not being able to do so.”

“Come on.” Walker Richter leaned over slightly, a smirk that was unreadable at the corners of his mouth, “When you’re well enough, come help me at the office.”

What?

Where does Walker Richter need my help?

Didn’t he used to loathe Bella Hill?

Why did you suddenly ask me to go to the office?

In his heart, he refused ten thousand times, but on his face, he pretended to be flattered, “Really husband, it’s great, from now on, I’ll be able to see you every day.”

Walker Richter smiles back, “I think so very much the same.”

This night, Walker Richter unprecedentedly stayed in the hospital, the next few days, also are personally care for me, moved the work to the hospital to deal with, but just a few days, Walker Richter good husband image tall established.

The pretty nurse sister in the hospital said when she saw me, “Ms. Richter you are so happy, your husband is so good to you, so considerate, so enviable.”

Walker Richter is real considerate, even when he feeds the medicine, Walker Richter brings the water himself, brings the medicine to his mouth, and then has the thoughtfulness to say, “Be careful it’s hot.”

I was so flattered, I was so careful reaching for the water, and every day, I felt like Walker Richter was plotting against me.

I took advantage of Walker Richter’s absence to call Dean Jung, and I was a little more relieved to make sure that Dean Jung hadn’t said anything in front of Walker Richter and that Walker Richter hadn’t inquired about it with the dean.

My injury is not serious, I could have been discharged from the hospital to go home to recuperate, Walker Richter insisted on not agreeing that I be discharged from the hospital, gesturing gently and touching my head and saying, “Injury to the head is a big deal, you can’t be careless, rest assured that you will recuperate.”

Walker Richter’s sudden transformation is really unsettling in the mind, even Nancy Richter feels something is wrong and quietly asks Walker Richter what’s wrong.

I was eavesdropping just outside the door when I heard Walker Richter say, “Your second sister-in-law is pretty tough.”

Nancy Richter laughed softly, “Ever since she married into THE Richter family, she’s cried and cried and almost hanged herself to get your attention, and now look at Sister Pheobe coming back, even the whole car accident thing, it sure wasn’t easy for her to make it this far.”