Chapter 54:She, who is more important than my life

Chapter 54:She, who is more important than my life
"Wait, shouldn't ......"
Mark suddenly had a bad guess, he said to Victor with a panicked face, "It's not possible that another female fan broke into his room late at night and, then, got beaten up by the boss, right?"
"You don't say, it's more likely." Victor thought about it, and suddenly it made more sense.
Mark burst into tears, "It's not more likely, it is! It's over, it's over, this matter must not be spread, it must be suppressed!"
James is in the ascendancy right now, how many people are watching behind his back, thinking of pulling him down from this "altar".
If someone caught the handle, the media side and then add more vinegar, said James beat up women, that's not going to be a problem, the more Mark thought, the more alarmed!
So, accelerating the gas, Mark took Victor and went straight to the hotel!
The presidential suite is on the top floor, Mark booked the hotel at that time, is running to give William to book the best room to go, who let his boss this rich and powerful not lack of money.
When he arrived, he found that the door was just hidden, obviously William left the door for them.
Pushing the door in, they found that William wasn't sitting in the living room waiting for them, so that meant he was still in the room.
Just as Mark was about to push the door in, he realized that the door to the room was locked.
Anxious, Mark was just about to knock when William opened the door first.
"Boss, how is the man hurt? Let me see!"
Mark tried to stand on his tiptoes, wanting to see what was going on inside, but William blocked the doorway, blocking his view to death, if he didn't think it wasn't a good idea to lie down on his back, he would have squatted down and "peeped".
William did not say anything, only allowed Victor into the room, Mark also wanted to follow into, but was refused.
When William did this, Mark became more and more panicked!
It's bad, it can't be really serious, right?
Victor entered the room, the first thing he saw was not Sophia lying on the bed, but a water basin resting on the bedside table, and a hot towel was currently being applied to the woman's forehead.
Noticing this detail, Victor basically ruled out Mark's suspicions.
"What's wrong with her?" Victor asked as he walked over and set down the medical kit.
William wrinkled his nose and said, "I'd like to know what happened to her, too."
Hearing him say that, Victor's expression betrayed a hint of oddness, but it was imperative to check how badly the young lady was hurt.
"How did you get hurt like that?" Victor just took a cursory glance and his brows furrowed.
The woman lying on the bed had her hair draped over her head, and although her looks were not comparable to that of an actress, her posture was described as superior, and her small, white face set off the bruises on her face even more obviously, and her bitten lips were still covered in pale red blood.
If it wasn't for the fact that the woman was fully clothed, Victor would have suspected that William's "roughness" was the cause.
Victor wanted to see what other injuries she had sustained, so he went to undress her, but just as his hand reached out, his wrist was clasped.
"What are you doing?" William's brow was locked and his grip on his wrist unconsciously tightened.
Victor repeatedly screamed in pain, "Ouch, ouch, ouch! Calm down, I'm trying to check her injuries."
"I'm calm." William let go of his hand.
Victor rubbed his wrists, which he had squeezed painfully, and gave William a distrustful look.
William didn't waste time with him, picking Sophia up and letting her lean into his arms, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand.
Victor just stood and watched, he mostly watched William's expression, and realized that he gave off a feeling of being a decent man when he undressed a woman.
No evil thoughts or lewdness could be seen.
It was only when he noticed that William's expression was suddenly gloomy and terrible that Victor's eyes fell on Sophia.
Victor had spent ten minutes examining Sophia's injuries, and he had given William one result, which was four words, "Take her to the clinic."
"How badly is she hurt?" William's gaze was fixed on Sophia, the look in his eyes unreadable.
Victor said in a hushed voice, "Badly injured, she should have been through a bad beating, and, not alone, some of the guys were punching and kicking her so hard that she broke one of her ribs, and all these purple and blue bruises on her body are signs of a beating."
William closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, but his clenched fists are still bruised.
Victor gives the still unconscious Sophia a look and asks him, "William, what is she, really, to you?"
William opened his eyes, he looked at Sophia and slowly said, "She, is someone more important than my life, than my life."
Victor froze, more important than his life?
Victor suddenly became very curious about this woman, who was she? Where did she come from? How come she's covered in injuries?
What a mysterious woman.
Mark anxiously walked around the living room, finally waiting for the door to open!
Seeing Victor walk out, Mark rushed into the room and saw William took a jacket and draped it over the woman, then picked her up.
He was shielding the woman so tightly that Mark couldn't even see what the woman looked like.
"What's going on? What are you guys doing now?" Mark looked confused.
Victor told him, "This young lady is badly hurt and needs to be hospitalized at the clinic."
"That badly hurt!" Mark was shocked and looked at William with a hint of anger in his eyes, "Boss, how could you hit her that hard! It's a woman after all!"
William ignored him and walked away with Sophia in his arms.
Victor lost his smile, "Mark, you'd better get ready and go drive."
"Does it really hurt?" Mark cried with a sad face.
Victor nodded his head with a serious face, and purposely didn't tell him the "truth".
As a result, Mark was angry with William and didn't want to talk to him during the whole journey.
Of course, this is only his one-sided idea, William's attention is not on him at all.
Victor sat in the passenger seat, all the way to the rearview mirror are interested in looking at William, he looked at the eyes of the woman in his arms, really can not talk about innocence, with "deep love" this four words are not too much to describe.
Mark, this stupid kid, even thought it was a female movie fan?
Is he blind?
Sophia was in a coma for a day and a night before she woke up.
When she opened her eyes, the first thing that came into her eyes was the white ceiling, is this a hospital?
Sophia's consciousness gradually slowed down, she turned her head to look around, from the room's decoration, it really looks like a hospital ward, and she is now lying on the bed, with fluids in her hands, it seems that she was sent to the hospital by the "good people".
Sophia was just about to sit up when the door opened, "Oh? Wake up?"
Sophia looked up and saw a man in a white coat walk in, his hands in his pockets, although he smiled broadly, but he had such a "dude" face, smiling like a dandy.
Or the kind that would talk dirty and molest a good woman.
Sophia sat up before asking him, "Can I ask where this is, please?"
"The hospital." Victor answered her.
"I mean, what is this place? Is it America?" Sophia knew she was asking a strange question, but she had to make sure it was clear.
As expected, Victor showed a strange expression, but he still said, "This is Singapore."
Sophia blinked, she was in Singapore? Wait, what year is it then?
Sophia was busy asking him, "Do you have a calendar? What time is today?"
"August 15th."
"What year?"
Victor's expression became even more odd as he wondered if she shouldn't be placed in a clinic, but rather in a mental institution.
"It's 1978." Victor asked cautiously, "Miss, I'm going to go out on a limb and ask, are you, uh, sleep-deprived?"