{"id":1215,"date":"2026-09-28T21:26:40","date_gmt":"2026-09-28T21:26:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/chapter\/my-sweetheart-549\/"},"modified":"2026-09-28T21:26:40","modified_gmt":"2026-09-28T21:26:40","slug":"my-sweetheart-549","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/chapter\/my-sweetheart-549\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 549"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Chapter 549<br \/>\nMy Sweetheart novel Chapter 549<\/p>\n<p>The red light on the door of the operating room was on.<\/p>\n<p>Zofia was in tears snuggling up to her brother, groggy.<\/p>\n<p>Being said, she still peered at the operating room.<\/p>\n<p>Three hours later, the red light went out.<\/p>\n<p>A different doctor came out. Zofia scooted over and gripped his hand. &#8220;Doctor&#8230;, how is my mother?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The doctor pursed his lips and said nothing.<\/p>\n<p>After a long while, Joseph walked out and said in a deep voice, &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Zofia&#8217;s eyes widened. Teetering, she fainted in Bertie&#8217;s arms.<\/p>\n<p>Bertie looked much calmer than her, but pain crept up on his eyes.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;My mother&#8230;.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You can see her one last time,&#8221; Joseph said heavily and took off his mask.<\/p>\n<p>The next second, Bertie grasped Joseph&#8217;s shirt, and the two tall men locked eyes with each other.<\/p>\n<p>The other doctor said calmly, &#8220;Sir, please take a grip on yourself.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Bertie squinted and clenched his fists. After a while, he let go of Joseph.<\/p>\n<p>Joseph said in a grave tone, &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry for your loss.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Bertie asked his assistant to drive Zofia home and went into the ward.<\/p>\n<p>Mrs. Marshall&#8217;s eyes were closed, and her lips frequently parted. She was having trouble speaking.<\/p>\n<p>Bertie stood at her bedside, tears rolling down his cheeks.<\/p>\n<p>Shuddering, he bent down and said in a tone peppered with sorrow, &#8220;Mom&#8230;.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Zofia woke up two hours later in another ward with empty eyes.<\/p>\n<p>A nurse came to pull out the needle for her. She asked in panic, &#8220;Where&#8217;s my mother&#8230;?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The nurse did not know the specifics and could not answer.<\/p>\n<p>Zofia staggered out of bed, but the nurse quickly stopped her. &#8220;Miss Marshall, you need more fluids.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No, I don&#8217;t!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She came to the corridor but did not know what floor this was, so she ran to the elevator. When its door opened, Joseph, who was wearing a white coat, walked out.<\/p>\n<p>She threw herself at him and pleaded, &#8220;Joseph, my mother&#8230;. Take me to my mother!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She sounded devastated, gripping his cuff and looking at him expectantly.<\/p>\n<p>Her mother was going to be fine.<\/p>\n<p>Nothing bad would happen to her.<\/p>\n<p>He frowned and slowly nodded.<\/p>\n<p>However, he took her to the morgue instead.<\/p>\n<p>Her face turned pale as she gawped at Joseph, shaking her head hard and muttering, &#8220;No&#8230;, Joseph, take me to my mother. My mother is not here&#8230;.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Not far away, Bertie was smoking. He put out the cigarette and came over to hug Zofia.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Mom left in peace. She told me everything she wanted to say.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Bertie, I don&#8217;t believe you&#8230;. You&#8217;re all lying to me, aren&#8217;t you?&#8221; Zofia&#8217;s voice was heart-wrenching.<\/p>\n<p>Even though she had known there was a 50% chance her mother wouldn&#8217;t make it, she had trusted Joseph to save her.<\/p>\n<p>But reality was so painful.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Bertie, quickly take me to Mother, please&#8230;.&#8221; She tugged her brother reluctantly.<\/p>\n<p>Bertie pursed his thin lips and held her in his arms, whispering, &#8220;Zofia, I promise to look after you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She sobbed louder. Bertie hooked his arms around her shoulders and left, throwing a meaningful look at Joseph.<\/p>\n<p>In the evening, a Black Cayenne entered University F.<\/p>\n<p>Joseph&#8217;s car was parked under the girls&#8217; dormitory. Turning off the car, he looked up.<\/p>\n<p>Kathy&#8217;s room was on the fifth floor, and he could see the light on the right side of the balcony.<\/p>\n<p>He pursed his lips and went over when Kathy hung up the phone.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Let&#8217;s have lunch. We are going to the research laboratory in the afternoon.&#8221; Reece sounded like he was giving an order.<\/p>\n<p>Kathy nodded. She was also distracted when eating.<\/p>\n<p>She wasn&#8217;t paying attention to what Reece said, her mind somewhere else.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Kathy, you don&#8217;t look so good. Do you want to go back and rest?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m fine.&#8221; Kathy forced an ugly wry smile.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Sorry, I will pull myself together.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll walk you to your dormitory. You should have a rest. Have you been taking your medicine on time?&#8221; Reece frowned.<\/p>\n<p>The doctor had prescribed medicine for her in the infirmary yesterday, but &#8230; she forgot about it.<\/p>\n<p>She was embarrassed.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I will from now on.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He gazed at her, knowing it was about Joseph.<\/p>\n<p>Coldness flashed over his eyes, but he didn&#8217;t say anything else.<\/p>\n<p>Kathy returned to her dormitory in the afternoon and turned on the news to see if any of it was about Joseph.<\/p>\n<p>Unfortunately, there was none, but the Marshall family was all over the news.<\/p>\n<p>Marshall Group had been in a crisis. Coupled with Mrs. Marshall&#8217;s death, its share price plummeted. The reporters latched onto Bertie like vultures.<\/p>\n<p>Kathy was not interested in that. All she could think about was Joseph.<\/p>\n<p>Was he in the hospital?<\/p>\n<p>She missed him so much and was dying to see him.<\/p>\n<p>Half an hour later, Kathy came to the hospital.<\/p>\n<p>Joseph was on duty in the neurosurgery department. Many patients were waiting in line. She stood at the elevator and hesitated.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-1215","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/1215","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1215"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}