I Love You At The Right Time

“Ah, well, then Mr. Wen, I’ll send someone to take you to the airport.”

“No need.” There is no time to say more. Wen and Claudia leave.

When they arrive at the airport, the flight to the 49 City has just left, and they have to wait another two hours for the next flight.

Claudia’s legs get weak as soon as she learns the news.

Wen holds her with a solemn face, arranges her to sit down in a chair, and steps aside to make a call.

Five minutes later, Wen comes back and sees her curl up in the chair with her eyessuspiciously red.

With his heart stagnated, he bends over to her and says, “Don’t worry, your father will be fine.”

Claudia looks up with her eyes blurred, she grabs his sleeve tightly. “Really?”

He has never seen her so fragile before. Wen nods, sits beside her and hugs her. “Yes, he will be fine. I arranged a plane to pick us up soon.”

“Wen.” Leaning against him, she closes her eyes and says, “Thank you.”

He pats her on the back and doesn’t speak.

… …

It’s already 11 o’clock at night when the plane lands in the 49 City. Claudia stumbles out of the airport and almost falls several times.

Wen follows her swiftly and cannot catch up with her.

The car that has been arranged for a long time is parked outside the airport.

Claudia dashes headlessly and is almost caught by a passing taxi.

Wen’s heart stops beating at that moment, he grabs her wrist and pulls her into his arms to tie her up.

He lowers his head to jump on her： “Claudia! Are you looking for death?!”

Claudia shakes her head and pushes him hard. “Let go of me. Go to the hospital, go to the hospital! Damn it, I’m going to the hospital!”

“Let’s go.” This sentence is said with a softened tone.

Wen half hugs and half drags her to the side of the car, opens the door, she immediately bends down and sits in.

When he gets in the car, Claudia pats the back of the driver’s seat, “Drive! Drive!”

“Da da da” The sounds of rapid footsteps come from the silent hospital corridor.

Pamela turns to look with red and swollen eyes, stands up with her mouth turning down, and walks a few steps to meet her. “Claudia…”

Claudia hugs her half－sister and looks at Martha, who is also red－eyed and tired from a short distance away. “Alright, don’t cry, you look ugly.”

Pamela whispers and has to admit that seeing Claudia calms her heart a lot.

After rubbing her nose on Claudia, Pamela steps back. The girl is a little shy and says something irrelevant： “Why are you dressed like this?”

Claudia has no time to answer her question and takes her hand to Martha.

Looking up at the red light above the operating room, she asks in a low voice, “How long has dad been inside?”

Pamela replies, “More than four hours.”

Claudia nods and asks Pamela to sit down and walks to the door of the operating room to listen, but she cannot hear any sound at all.

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Pamela looks at the coming man in surprise and takes Martha’s hand.

Martha nods politely to Wen and watches him walk to Claudia.

“The doctor who performs the operation on your father is an authoritative doctor in cardiac surgery. Don’t worry, it will be okay.”

What he did just now was to ask about it.

Claudia nods and leans against him.

Wen puts his hand around her shoulder and the two snuggle up against each other as if no one is watching. It’s an aura that no one can break in.

The operation lasts for 6 hours. Fortunately, Albert was sent to the doctor in time and the resuscitation is very successful.

He is transferred to the intensive care unit, where he will be under observation for another day.

Claudia asks Martha and Pamela to go back to rest together and she herself stays there.

It is rare for Pamela to be sensible. “Mom, you should go back first. I stay here too.”

Martha glances at Claudia and nods, “Okay, if anything happened, call me.”

“Well, don’t worry.”

When Martha is sent to the elevator, the mother and daughter say something, then Pamela comes back and sits beside Claudia.

Claudia glances at she and says lightly, “You don’t have to be here, it’s the same for you to go back and wait.”

Pamela gives a snort, holding her small chin proudly： “I am father’s daughter, it’s natural for me to be here watching. Why do you tell me to go back!”