My Supermodel Wife

At that time, Tom was undergoing supportive fluid treatment in the emergency room. Due to his extensive and excessive consumption of wine, most of the alcohol had been absorbed by his blood and could only be extracted by infusion.

With the sound of footsteps coming from outside the door, Tom turned weakly and saw Chris and Jean. His voice was shaky as he called, "Chris ... Jean ..."​​

Chris raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "Looks like he's not braindead, he can still recognize us!"

Tom closed his mouth and lowered his eyes, looking sad.

"Look at you! Tom, didn't I tell you to avoid bad things? I don't know how long and how much you drank but don't drink it if you can't drink it!"

Chris' words cut sharp, but even if he scolded him, there was still a hint of worry on his voice.

When Tom heard what he said, the corner of his mouth moved, and he nodded weakly. "I know I was wrong."

He was in a bad mood yesterday and he didn't actually intend to actually drink himself to death.

Who would have thought that his feelings would drown him like this. Yesterday, he drank wine like water and that was his biggest mistake.

When he woke up at home this morning, he was in great pain.

It was very difficult for him to move. It took a lot of effort before he took out his cell phone and dialed a random number. Luckily, he called Alex.

The house of the Wibowo family was where he lived alone. On weekdays, unless he had any need, the servants who cleaned the room would not even take a step into the house.

He didn't even tell anyone that his original intention was to use the Wibowo family home as his wedding night with Sasha.

He didn't dare let people know this one joke, it was too ridiculous and ironic at the same time.

Overwhelmed by his emotions, he drowned himself in alcohol.

Such a wasted youth!

At this time, Chris looked at Tom and wanted to scold him for a few more words, but he couldn't do it.

After all, they were good brothers who grew up together. Seeing him suffer made him feel uneasy.

Chris sighed, he stretched out his hand and pointed at him. "It's good if you know your mistake. This time you got lucky because Alex rushed you to the hospital. If you are still not aware of what you did and repeat it again, we will visit you downstairs next time!"

Tom was so confused that he asked, "What do you mean downstairs?"

Chris leaned against the wardrobe beside the bed and said expressionlessly, "Morgue!"

Tom was shocked when he heard it. He would never drink again in his life!

Since that man entered the door, he hadn't said a word until now.

When Jean fell silent, his expression was always serious and intimidating.

Tom still had anti-inflammatory fluid hanging from the back of his hand. He turned his head and saw what was troublesome, his eyes flickered as he whispered, "Jean, sorry I got you into trouble!"

The man's deep eyes stared at him faintly, and Tom shivered in fear with just a glance from him.

He put his hand on his c.h.e.s.t unconsciously and swore to God, "Jean, I swear I'll never drink again!"

The man was silent for two seconds and opened his mouth, "Remember what you said."

Tom was deeply moved and cried.

"Jean, is Lilia okay?" In order to break the congested atmosphere in the room, Tom decided to break the ice by using Lilia's name.

Nobody could make him talk more than when his wife's name was mentioned. Only Lilia could turn Jean from the coldest man on earth to the most warm man alive.

Sure enough, when talking about Lilia, the man's cold eyes immediately softened. "Well, never mind."

Tom rubbed his forehead all the way, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he broke the silence and muttered, "Sorry, I made you worry. Actually, I was fine, but I was in a really bad mood last night and I drank a few bottles of wine thinking I could calm myself. Don't worry, I've wanted to quit but last night was just too hard for me..."

Tom was already an a.d.u.l.t, at least after experiencing the incident with Sasha, he had become more m.a.t.u.r.e and realized many truths.

However, as he was trying to go through it all alone, he sadly chose the wrong path that got him hospitalized today.

Even though he didn't say anything, he still caused trouble for his friends whom he already considered brothers.

Tom thought that he would have to work even harder in the future. Even if he couldn't keep up with their extraordinary steps, at least he shouldn't be too left behind.

At 11:30 am, Jean returned to the ward from the emergency room.

However, Lilia wasn't there.

Before he went out to smoke with Chris, Mellisa was with her in the ward and now the two of them had disappeared.

He stood at the door and furrowed his brows. The routine check was finished at ten o'clock. Lilia was also not strong enough for outdoor walks. Where did the two of them go?

It was Leonard.

As soon as Leonard saw the man at the door, he teased, "I heard you have an alcoholic friend?"

"Who said it?"

The corner of Leonard's mouth lifted with a distinctly attractive smile. "He's famous among young nurses, don't underestimate their ears and mouth. The most popular version of their story is that your friend wanted to kill himself because of a breakup."

Jean didn't reply and turned his face away.

The two of them walked into the ward one after another. Then they took their seats on the same sofa.

"Where are they?" Jean asked.

Leonard looked at him with a frown. "Didn't Lilia tell you? Mellisa accompanied her to the orthopedic ward downstairs. Lilia said that she wanted to see William's situation."

"I see."

How come he's this calm?

Leonard looked at the man in amazement. Seeing that his expression remained the same and that there was no emotion in his face, he was curious. "Are you not jealous?"

Jean glanced at him, his eyes looking deep but not a word came out his lips.

Leonard touched the tip of his nose boredly, the atmosphere between them became a little strange. He thought about it while searching for the topic. "Do you need help investigating the accident?"

" No, the result will come out soon."

Leonard joked with the corner of his mouth. "This fast?"

The man sat steadily like a mountain and slowly crossed his legs. His gaze glanced outside the window as he muttered, "It's too slow!"

"Haha, as expected," Leonard felt that he did not need to ask further. He had learned quite a lot about Jean's powerful methods in investigation. How could he still doubt him!

At the moment, Leonard's cell phone rang and he looked at it casually. The phone number on the screen made his eyes smile. "I need to pick up this call."

The call was from his family.

After resolving his family problems, he tried to calm down and remove the unnecessary expression on his face before returning to the ward, only to find that Jean had disappeared.

It looked like he was really jealous!

He guessed that he had gone to the ward downstairs.

...

At the spinal orthopedics ward, William was seen lying on the bed with his pale face and eyes tightly closed.

Lilia was sitting in a wheelchair and Mellisa was standing behind her. Only one nurse in the room cared for him.

The nurse said that William woke up once in the middle of the night last night, but soon he fell asleep again.

When the man woke up, he continued to cry in pain. In desperation, the doctor gave him pain relievers.

Lilia was not far from the bed, but she still couldn't see his figure properly.

In her dim vision, she could vaguely see William on the hospital bed.

She didn't plan to go any closer, this distance was enough for her.

Mellisa stood behind her, leaning on the wheelchair handle. She wanted to thank William for saving her sister.

Regardless of what this guy had done before, it didn't change the fact that he had saved Lilia.

Lilia just stared at him expressionlessly. Her gaze shifted slightly to his bandaged back and ripples started to appear from the corner of her eyes.