Chapter 17 Anxious, Let Me See Her!
Seeing that she couldn't stop him and couldn't get around him, Mia just asked directly.
She said, "Did you have someone hit Amelia?"
"What do you mean?"
William narrowed his eyes slightly. "Weren't you the one who told me to come?"
As if thinking of something, William's voice turned completely cold. "What exactly happened to her?"
"William." Mia was also getting angry now, pulling him aside. "Someone deliberately drove..."
But before she could finish—
"William!" Isabella had already caught up.
The blood on Isabella's face had been wiped clean. She didn't dare let Mia, who was a doctor, see those fake blood packs.
At this moment, her face only showed anxiety. "How is Amelia?"
The moment Mia saw Isabella, her anger flared up.
"William, you came to see Amelia and brought her along too?" Mia pointed at Isabella beside them and scolded angrily, "Are you trying to make Amelia die of anger!"
After saying this, Mia didn't want them staying outside the hospital room at all and directly pulled them toward the emergency exit.
Isabella seemed startled. She shrank behind William and said softly, "Dr. Wilson, it's not what you think. I just happened to be in the car when you called William."
"It wasn't convenient to stop the car then, and William was worried about Amelia, so we came together."
Mia thought this was complete nonsense!
Knowing full well that Amelia hated Isabella, yet bringing her up here, as if coming to the hospital meant they absolutely had to come upstairs!
Couldn't she wait in the car?
Or go wander around nearby?
What a joke.
Thinking about it, Mia was so angry she laughed.
"Right, I almost forgot. Tonight you two were seen entering and leaving the Brown Group building together, then left intimately in the same car."
Mia said sarcastically, "I saw it trending online."
"You!"
Isabella's eyes reddened with grievance.
The group stood at the emergency exit entrance. William pulled Isabella behind him, looking like he was protecting her.
Mia found it even more disgusting.
Showing off all over the internet, and now at the hospital still acting like this.
Was he worried about Amelia, or putting on a show for Amelia to see?
"If you want to perform your loving act, then get lost. I won't tolerate this behavior from you two!"
Isabella said nothing, just lowered her head and played the victim.
William frowned. "Don't take it out on her. What exactly did you mean by what you said just now?"
"Someone deliberately drove into Amelia. I suspect you had someone do it." Mia didn't hide anything and said directly, "I suspect that to marry Isabella, you want to quickly get rid of Amelia, this stumbling block!"
Before William could respond, Isabella stepped forward.
"Dr. Wilson, aren't you being rather insulting?"
Isabella criticized righteously, "There are many possible reasons for Amelia's car accident. How can you slander William?"
Isabella looked indignant and quickly continued, "You were the one who called William and told him to come. Now we've come, and we've been here for so long, yet you haven't let us see how Amelia is doing. Dr. Wilson, what exactly do you mean?"
"Is it that Amelia is actually fine, and you don't dare let us see her!"
These words from Isabella completely enraged Mia.
She remembered how miserable Amelia looked when she was brought in just now.
And how scared she felt after understanding the whole situation.
Amelia had Rh-negative blood. Even without being pregnant, any accident would be very dangerous.
Not to mention she was carrying his child—William's child!
And this Isabella, who gave her permission to slander Amelia here!
Mia rebuked angrily, "Isabella, you're so anxious right now—did you hit her? Are you desperate to deflect blame!"
"You!"
A flash of panic crossed Isabella's eyes, but she quickly covered it up and turned it into grievance.
William stood in front of Isabella and said coldly, "Isabella has been followed by reporters since she left Floral Haven at 8:45 PM. Her entire schedule has been exposed online, and she's been with me the whole time after that."
Mia gritted her teeth. "She could have hired someone to do it."
William's brow furrowed tightly, his eyes sharp with anger. "Mia, don't go too far!"
...
In the hospital room.
Amelia struggled in endless darkness.
The darkness was like a swamp, pulling and swallowing her into its depths.
She always felt she had forgotten something.
Wanted to fight for something.
Fear, terror.
She wanted to climb up, but her limbs couldn't move.
Not knowing how much time had passed, she finally saw a point of light.
Then, she used all her strength to crawl toward that point of light.
The moment she touched it, she saw a happy family of three in a small house.
Pure white wool carpet, black grand piano.
A little girl sat on the bench, her fingers pressing discontinuous, unpracticed notes on the piano keys.
The wind blowing through the hall lifted the pure white gauze curtains behind the old-fashioned window frames.
Pale yellow sunlight shone into the country-style decorated home.
Bright and beautiful.
After trying several times and still unable to play smoothly, the little girl got a bit angry and randomly banged on the keys.
At this moment, a gentle and handsome man walked to the little girl's side.
His voice was warm, seeming to travel through time: "Amelia, doing things requires patience."
The little girl pouted, her big eyes full of grievance.
With lips pursed enough to hang an oil pot, she said, "Daddy, I've been learning for over a week, but I still can't play it well. I think it's so hard."
The man smiled and patted the girl's head, sat down on the bench, and played a piece in front of her.
While playing, he looked at the girl and said to her, "Amelia, look, I learned it. Amelia is my daughter, so Amelia can definitely do it too."
The girl's eyes sparkled with admiration.
"Daddy, when did you learn this!"
The man chuckled softly, held the girl's hand, and guided her to press the piano keys, from clumsy to smooth, the piano music flowing from their fingertips.
"Daddy also learned it recently." The man encouraged, "Because Amelia is learning piano, I learned together with you."
The girl played earnestly and praised from her heart, "Daddy, you're amazing!"
"It's Amelia who's amazing." The man smiled and slowly released the girl's hand, watching her gradually play without realizing it.
"All Amelia needs to do is believe in herself."
The man's hand completely let go.
"You are my only daughter. Everything I have is yours. From the moment you were born, it was destined that the future master of the Martinez family is you."
"Daddy, can I really do it?" the girl asked in confusion.
"You can." The man smiled gently.
As the piano music flowed like a gentle breeze, the man's eyes were full of appreciation and love for the girl.
He said, "Look, aren't you doing it right now?"