Chapter 2 In A Coma

Bridget glared angrily at Nicole.

The hatred in her eyes made Nicole recoil. Horrified, she shook her head. "No, I didn't!"

"How dare you say that you didn't call Thomas? Liar!" Peggy yelled.

"I..."

Peggy was right. Nicole had called Thomas.

He was half an hour late, so she called him. But he never answered her phone calls.

Peggy violently grabbed the phone from Nicole's hand. "Look! She called Thomas several times! She wouldn't stop calling, and Thomas turned the steering wheel in a hurry. Then a truck hit us!"

"Yes, I did call him, but he never answered..."

Peggy cut Nicole short as she wanted to pin the blame on the latter. She stepped forward and shoved the phone under Bridget's nose. "Mrs. Mo, look!"

Bridget felt her heart drop as she saw three missed calls from Nicole.

Peggy continued, "Don't deny it, Nicole. The record is right here!"

Bridget's face fell as she threw the phone on the floor.

"You..." She was shaking with anger.

The door of the operating room opened and a doctor in a white gown came out.

"Doctor, how is my son?" Bridget hurried forward, praying against all hope he would bring good news.

The doctor took off his mask and shook his head. He looked dejected. "He is in a coma. If he doesn't wake up in three days, it's hard to say if he will ever make it."

Bridget's mind went blank and her legs felt like jelly.

Nicole caught her before she hit the floor.

Bridget took a deep, shaky breath to calm herself down. Her emotions overcame her and she slapped Nicole with all her strength.

"Bitch! If it weren't for you, my son would have never been in danger!"

Bridget slapped Nicole so hard that Nicole staggered and fell to the floor. Her ears were buzzing and the corner of her mouth started bleeding.

Peggy gently took Bridget by the arm and said, "Mrs. Mo, don't be angry. It's not good for your health."

"Take me to the lounge," said Bridget. She passed by Nicole and kicked her. "Get out of here right now! I don't want to see you, ever again!"

Bridget's sharp high-heeled shoe buried itself into Nicole's shin. She felt a piercing pain and had to lean against the wall for a long time to regain enough strength to get up.

A nurse helped her up. "Your mouth is bleeding. You need some treatment. Come with me."

Nicole shook her head and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is the ICU?"

The nurse pointed to her left side. "Over there, but you are not allowed to visit him right now."

Without answering, Nicole limped forward, clinging to the wall for support.

Today was supposed to be her wedding with Thomas, but now her fiance was in the ICU.

She stood helplessly outside the ICU, hoping to get a glimpse of the figure lying on the bed. The sight of Thomas being kept alive by a multitude of tubes connected to various devices brought her to tears.

"Nicole, don't waste your time dreaming of marrying a rich man!"

Peggy's voice came from behind her.

Nicole turned around to face her.

"Do you know why Thomas was late for the wedding today? Because he wanted to elope with me! He didn't want to marry you at all! If it weren't for his grandpa's orders, he would never have married a piece of shit like you!"

"No, that's not possible."

Nicole's eyes were empty. Her lips trembled.

'How could it be possible?'

Although she had only known Thomas for less than a year, he was so kind to her. She still remembered his sincere and affectionate eyes when he proposed to her. It could not have been a lie. Nobody could fake this kind of love.