Dumping My Billionaire Ex

Chapter 110

Edwin rushed back, pushed open the door, and saw Tilda holding her hand with a pained expression on her face.

A pile

of

a glass lay on the floor.

Tilda pitifully

eyes brimming with tears, shrouded in a misty haze. "I just wanted to have a glass of water, and I didn't expect the

cup to shatter!"

Ped for air, he

There was a lot of

on the floor, steaming and hot.

Clearly, the

cup

had

exploded

her hand.

her hand that was

covering the injured one, revealing a red and inflamed area.

After speaking, Tilda

Edwin quickly went over, took her hand, and led her to the faucet.

He turned on the cold water, rinsing her wound with it while calling for a doctor.

The doctor arrived shortly after, treating Tilda's injury, cleaning the wound, and applying medication.

Throughout the process, Tilda appeared

utterly pitiful.

be

in

great pain, clinging tightly to Edwin, her lips pressed together, her eyes red and teary, looking

"The burn isn't too severe, and the first aid was administered promptly and correctly. You should be able to recover in about three days," the doctor said after finishing the bandaging and adjusting his mask. He then left the room.

"The doctor said it's not a serious issue," Edwin said, creating some distance between them and picking up the blanket to cover her.

Tilda looked at him with her red-rimmed eyes, her brows knitted in pain. "But Edwin, my hand really hurts. It's unbearable like there are so many ants biting me. Could you stay with me tonight? Keep me company?"

Edwin pressed his lips together and said nothing, looking at her hand, which was now bandaged and resting on the bedsheet. He thought back to the time when he was blind, and how she had stayed by his side.

Finally, he nodded. "Alright."

Upon hearing Edwin's agreement, a weak smile appeared on Tilda's face.

She let out a long sigh of relief inside.

"I'm going to wash my hands first," Edwin said, then got up and went to the restroom.

Tilda's gaze flickered toward the phone Edwin had left on the table.

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Although Tilda had been in the room, she hadn't missed any of Edwin's actions. She had clearly heard him asking Ray about the time of Sharon's departure.

Ignoring the pain, she quickly swiped through his phone and soon found the message he had sent to Sharon.

He actually wanted to keep Sharon from leaving?

Tilda's mind buzzed with anxiety, and her face, usually so vibrant, paled with tension.

Her fingers twisted on the screen again, causing a sharp pain from the wound.

Tilda sat back, pressing her hands into the bedspread, her back against the bed, and closed her eyes.

Clearly, he had left just now with the intention of persuading Sharon to stay in person.

Fortunately, Tilda had used this ploy to keep him here.

Although the burn was very painful, Tilda felt that compared to the threat of Sharon staying, this pain was nothing.

The next day, at ten o'clock, Tilda, with a pitiful expression on her face, was supported by Edwin as they walked out.

She had deliberately put on a pale expression, and the feigned weakness added a touch of vulnerability to her appearance.

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"I'm sorry, Edwin, I always take up your time. It's just that I'm really afraid of blood and injuries, and I can't go to get my dressing changed by myself," she said, a clear look of apology on her pretty face. "It's nothing." Edwin shook his head.

He said that, but his eyes fell on his wristwatch, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Tilda noticed his subtle movement and raised her eyebrows imperceptibly.

She wasn't really afraid of wounds or blood. She was just saying that to keep Edwin by her side.

At this point in time, Sharon would have already left.

They would never see each other again in this life.

Thinking of this, Tilda felt extremely pleased.

She smiled brightly and raised her head. "Edwin, we've been changing the dressing for so long. I'm so hungry. Will you join me for breakfast?"

Before Edwin could respond, a stretcher suddenly rushed around the corner.

Several medical staff were quickly pushing the stretcher, running so fast that they almost collided with the two of them.

Edwin quickly pulled Tilda behind him to avoid the collision, but his shoulder was still forcefully hit by someone who was chasing from behind. The person, with a look of confusion, turned to look back. It was a very familiar face.

It was Sharon.

At this moment, Sharon only instinctively looked at Edwin. Her mind hadn't formed any thoughts, and she didn't even recognize him.

In just a second, she turned her face away and ran towards the stretcher, calling out in a low voice, "Irene!"

"Irene?" Edwin heard her voice and couldn't help but look in the direction of the stretcher.

The small figure lying on the stretcher, which was moving further and further away, was indeed a child.

Edwin's heart skipped a beat, and he urgently instructed Tilda. "Go back to your ward first."

Then, Edwin followed and rushed out.

He quickly caught up with Sharon, but the stretcher was nowhere to be seen.

Sharon's face was as white as paper, with large beads of sweat rolling down her face, and her back was already soaked with sweat.

"What's going on?" Edwin ran over and asked.

Sharon was biting her lip forcefully, and she was swaying unsteadily.

Seeing her like this, Edwin couldn't help but hold her shoulders, using his strength to steady her. "Is Irene sick?"

It was only then that Sharon recognized him.

She nodded. "Yes, she has a stomachache and is being examined."

Originally, they had finished breakfast and were preparing to leave for Pinevale when Irene suddenly cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

ar

Sharon wiped her messy hair with a flustered hand, and the memory of Irene's pale face, curled up in her arms and crying out in pain, still made her hands tremble uncontrollably.

She couldn't help but think, 'What if something happens to her?"

Sharon closed her eyes, trying hard to drive away the sense of fear, but the memory of Irene's birth was etched into her mind.

The more she thought about it, the more her fear doubled.

She was afraid, afraid that Irene would end up like last time.

She couldn't stand steadily, and even with Edwin's firm grip on her shoulders, her legs felt weak and kept buckling.

Edwin had to change his grip from her shoulders to her waist, pulling her into his embrace and using his body to support her weight.

"Suddenly... she had a stomachache. Could it be... could it be an incurable disease? What if... what if something happens to her, what should I do?"

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Sharon was so weak that she could barely form a coherent sentence, her head pressed against his shoulder as tears streamed down her cheeks. Edwin looked down at her.

Upon seeing her tearful, trembling state, an inexplicable pain tugged at his chest.

He gently patted her back. "She will be fine. She will definitely be fine."

Sharon seemed to find some

comfort in his words, nodding and resting her head on Edwin's shoulder.

She was simply terrified of losing Irene and sought a place to lean on, without any other thoughts.

However, some people did

the situation in the same way.

From a distance, Tilda's eyes were fixed on the two, her usually beautiful face contorting silently, her teeth clenching one by one. "Damn Sharon! Damn it!"

The person who was supposed to have left long ago now appeared before her, and Tilda's mood was unspeakably bad.

Anger, panic, entanglement, resentment, her emotions were so complex that she couldn't find the words to express them. Tilda just wanted to drag Sharon over and tear her into pieces.

"She must have done this on purpose!" Tilda growled, so consumed by her rage that she didn't even feel the pain as her fingernails dug into her injured hand.

Meanwhile, the door to the diagnosis room finally opened.

The doctor emerged.

Both of them, hearing the movement, approached him together.

"Doctor."

"Doctor."

"How is my baby?"

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