Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

About half an hour later, old Wilson came to the operating room.

"How's Ilia?"

Xie Shu shook his head slightly and said sadly: "I don't know, they are still being rescued inside."

Old Wilson sighed, sat down next to Xie Shu, and comforted her, "Don't worry, it was a motorcycle. Ilia will be fine. I have asked someone to go to the police station to retrieve the surveillance footage. I will never let Ilia get hurt in vain."

Xie Shu remained silent and leaned his head on old Wilson's shoulder.

"Are you hurt?"

Only then did Xie Shu remember himself.

She was pushed out by Ilia and fell to the ground.

She was old and weak, and she felt dull pain in her waist and legs from the fall, but compared with the injuries Ilia suffered, these seemed much lighter.

Old Wilson saw that Xie Shu had several scratches on his palms and said, "Let me go with you to get it checked out. We are both old and can't stand falls."

This inspection did find some problems.

Xie Shu had a slight fracture in her left forearm, probably because she subconsciously used her hand to support herself on the ground when she fell, causing the impact.

Fortunately, it’s not very serious.

The doctor fixed the fracture in Xie Shu's forearm and prescribed some medicine.

Xie Shu asked the nurse for a cup of hot water and drank it, then went back to the door of the operating room and continued to wait.

The red light in the operating room was still on, and the glaring light cast long shadows on the walls of the corridor.

Xie Shu sat on a bench with his left hand in a plaster cast and his right hand tightly clutching the bouquet of lavender that Ilia had left at the scene.

The petals have wilted a little, but the faint fragrance still lingers at the tip of my nose.

Old Wilson patted his wife's shoulder gently and said, "Do you want to go back and rest first? I'll be on guard here."

Xie Shu shook his head and said in a hoarse voice: "No, I want to wait for Ilia to come out."

She looked down at the bouquet in her hand, her voice choked, "You know what? She was hit because she was trying to save me."

This spontaneous action is more valuable than all the birthday gifts.

It’s not that Ilia doesn’t love her parents, she may just be... confused for a moment.

Old Wilson was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and gently patted Xie Shu on the shoulder.

Just then, the door of the operating room suddenly opened.

The doctor took off his mask with a tired but relieved smile on his face: "The operation was successful, the patient is out of danger, but he still needs to be observed in the ICU for 24 hours."

Xie Shu let out a long sigh, tears welling up in his eyes again: "Thank you, doctor, thank you..."

"The patient will be transferred to the ICU soon. You can wait there." After the doctor said this, he turned around and went back to the operating room.

Outside the ICU ward, Xie Shu looked at Ilia lying on the hospital bed through the glass window.

Ilia's face was still pale, but her breathing had become much calmer.

The indicator lights of various instruments flashed in the dim ward, making regular "beeping" sounds.

Philadelphia International Airport.

Yan Huai got off the plane and walked all the way to the airport pick-up gate.

The driver was waiting for him here.

"Master Caesar."

After picking up Yan Huai, the driver took the suitcase from him and walked in front to lead the way.

Yan Huai asked, "What happened at home recently? Are your parents okay?"

If you arrive a few hours early, all will be well.

The driver hesitated, "I just received news that Miss Ilia and her husband were in a car accident while shopping. Both the husband and wife are currently in the hospital."

"What's going on?" Yan Huai's face darkened when he heard this.

"I don't know, why don't you go to the hospital?"

"Ah."

The car sped along the streets of Philadelphia. Yan Huai looked through the window at the scenery passing by quickly outside, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

This car accident... was such a coincidence.

Yan Huai dialed old Wilson's number, and after the phone rang a few times, it was finally connected.

"Dad, I just got off the plane and heard that Ilia was in a car accident? How is she?"

"Ilia is out of danger and is now under observation in the ICU." Old Wilson sighed, "Since you are here, come to the hospital to see your sister. Your mother is very worried."

"I'll be right there. Is mom hurt?"

"The arm was fractured and has been treated."

"Mom is not in good health. A broken bone should not be underestimated. She still needs to rest more."

"I have advised that your mother wants to wait until your sister wakes up."

"Did the doctor say when Ilia will wake up?"

"About two to three hours. We've been waiting for more than an hour. It must be soon."

"That's good."

As for the specific situation, Yan Huai planned to wait until he got to the hospital to inquire in detail.

After arriving at the hospital, Yan Huai went straight to the ICU ward and looked at Ilia in the ward through the glass window.

She lay quietly on the hospital bed, with various tubes inserted into her body. Her face was pale, but her breathing was steady.

Old Wilson and Xie Shu were sitting in the VIP lounge to rest. They would wait for Ilia to wake up and a nurse would come to notify them.

Xie Shu's hands were still wrapped in bandages and his face was pale.

"Dad, Mom." Yan Huai knocked on the door and came in, walked forward and called softly.

Old Wilson looked up, saw his son, and nodded: "You are here."

Yan Huai stopped in front of Xie Shu, squatted down, gently patted his mother's shoulder, and comforted her: "Mom, don't worry too much, Ilia will be fine."

Xie Shu nodded and held the bouquet of lavender tightly in his hand.

"Mom, what happened? Why did Ilia have a car accident? How did you get injured?" Yan Huai looked up at old Wilson with a serious expression.

Xie Shu's voice trembled slightly as he reluctantly recounted the incident, "The motorcycle was going very fast... If it weren't for Ilia, I might have..."

Yan Huai lowered his eyes, a trace of contemplation flashed in his eyes: "Dad, where is the motorcycle driver? Has he been caught?"

"The driver fled, but the surveillance camera has captured his license plate number. The police are already investigating, and I have also sent people to look for him. I believe there will be results soon." There was a hint of coldness in old Wilson's voice.

"Why not leave this matter to me? I will seek justice for Ilia."

"Okay." Old Wilson nodded.

"Thank you for your trouble, Caesar." Xie Shu smiled at Yan Huai, "You just got off the plane, sit down and take a rest."

Although it was Caesar who first proposed to send Ilia away, he also did it for Ilia's sake. He always cared about Ilia.

"Ilia is my sister, this is what I should do." Yan Huai pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, smiled gently, and sat down on the sofa beside him.

Time passed slowly while waiting.

Finally, after a long period of worry, the nurse knocked on the door and came in with a look of relief on her face: "The patient is awake, family members can come over to visit."

Yan Huai immediately stood up and helped Xie Shu up.

The nurse looked at the three family members in front of her and said, "In order to maintain hygiene, reduce the risk of spreading bacteria and viruses, and ensure the health of the patient, the ICU only allows two relatives to visit for half an hour, and they need to change into visiting clothes."

Yan Huai said, "Dad, Mom, you go in to visit your sister. I'll wait outside."

He thought that Ilia probably didn't want to see him.

"Yeah." Xie Shu agreed.

Under the guidance of the nurse, Xie Shu and old Wilson changed into visiting suits, put on masks and shoe covers, and entered the ICU after thorough disinfection.

Ilia had an oxygen mask on her face, her eyes were a little confused, but she quickly focused on Xie Shu's face, opened her mouth, and said weakly: "Mom, I'm glad you're okay."