The God's Boy

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Gatsby and Nick looked at each other again. They really didn't know how to face the accident. They had mixed emotions. They didn't drive into the manor until the police allowed them to enter.

Nurses and doctors came out from the manor. Nick, Tom and Gatsby walked towards the living room under the leadership of the servants. They passed by the policeman carrying the corpse. Nick unconsciously looked back at the wrapped body. corpse, and Gatsby put his arms around his shoulders, forcing him to turn his head.

In the living room, Tom and Daisy were sitting on the sofa, and Baker was sitting on the side. It seemed that they were not seriously injured, because only Tom's arm was wrapped in white gauze, and Daisy was too pale except for her face. Other than that, it doesn't appear to be injured.

"Are you all right?" Nick stood in front of Daisy, looked at Daisy with some concern, and asked Daisy gently, "Are you hurt?"

"No, Tom stopped him, he's a lunatic!" Daisy's eyes were full of tears, her pale face made her look even more charming, she seemed to be frightened a lot, her body seemed to be trembling slightly, she leaned on the Tom's arms, perhaps intending to use this to allow himself to persevere.

Nick knew who the lunatic Daisy was talking about was, but he didn't intend to judge anything. He turned his head and looked at Tom who was beside him. Although Tom was injured, he seemed much calmer than Daisy.

"He broke in somehow, and Daisy and I were in the yard, and he accused us of running over and killing his wife in front of us, and then he raised his gun and shot at us, but I dodged, and the gunshot let the housekeeper They came and Wilson... he thought he couldn't get away, so he... shot himself."

Tom looked up and saw Nick looking at him, and he started to talk about the accident. After he finished speaking, he subconsciously looked at his injured arm. God knows he really thought he would die at the time, but the goddess of luck has always been attached to him .

"Then... is his accusation true?" Gatsby didn't want to ask at first, but he saw Nick's troubled face, he sighed inwardly, and decided to ask for him, "I mean, In the car accident last night, were you the one who killed the blue car that killed an innocent lady, was it the one you were driving?"

"What are you talking about? The newspapers have said that the perpetrator has surrendered himself. What are you still doubting?" Tom heard Gatsby's question, stood up first, and asked Gatsby in a very strong manner. Daisy's eyes widened in surprise, and tears flowed down like that.

"I don't suspect anything. It's just that when we passed by last night, the witnesses clearly said that the vehicle involved in the accident was a blue car, but the newspaper turned it into a black car. It's really weird, isn't it?" Gai Tsby was still very calm, without any panic, after all, he already knew the answer, and he was just asking for the answer for Nick.

"What's strange, it was too dark at that time, isn't it? What's so strange about seeing it wrong?" Tom frowned, his eyes seemed to be about to burst into anger, "It was also said in the newspaper that the woman rushed over by herself. Come out, the main responsibility for the car accident is her, not any car!"

Nick looked at Tom's ferocious appearance, and coupled with what the other party said, his disgust towards Tom became even worse.The woman who died was not a strange passer-by, but a lover who had been with him in the hotel. He had said so many love words to her, but now, in Tom's eyes, she was just a woman who ran out of the road. Nick thought it was ridiculous.

"Yes, that woman rushed out by herself. No one reacted. It just happened like that. It's not anyone's fault." Daisy was still sitting there with her head lowered, not knowing what she was talking about. Whoever said these words, or was just convincing himself, the only one who needs to bear the guilt is the dead woman.

When Nick heard Daisy's words, he felt even more uncomfortable. He pushed all the faults on a dead person. This is what they, the so-called upper-class people, did. He remembered the appearance of Mrs. The picture of Mr. Wilson's body being carried out made me feel like I couldn't breathe.

Nick endured the burning pain in his stomach, and he had to breathe with his mouth wide open, trying to relieve the strong suffocation, his vision gradually blurred, and all sensory functions began to lose, until finally, darkness swept over.

When Nick woke up again, there was a hazy darkness in front of him. He tried to straighten up, but his stiff body made his movements a little slow. The pain in his stomach had eased, and the nausea had disappeared. Nick looked around, and finally He found himself lying in Gatsby's bedroom.

Nick leaned on the bed, he tried to recall everything before he was taken away by the darkness, the vague memory was gradually recalled by him, but it also gave Nick a faint headache.Nick sat in the dark, looking at the night sky outside the balcony, wondering what he was thinking, and the room was still very quiet.

"Are you awake?" A surprised voice suddenly sounded in the room. Before Nick could react, the room suddenly lit up. Someone turned on the light in the bedroom. Some bright lights made Nick close his eyes subconsciously. .

"Sorry, I forgot, are you better now?" Seeing Nick lowering his head and closing his eyes tightly, Gatsby suddenly remembered his carelessness, and he immediately turned off the light again.

"I'm fine, why am I here?" Nick blinked a few times to confirm that there was nothing wrong with him, he turned his head and saw Gatsby standing not far away.

Gatsby waited for himself to get used to the darkness before approaching Nick with a glass of water.He sat by the bed, then handed the water glass to Nick, waited for Nick to take a sip of hot water, and then said: "You fainted, I didn't worry about you, so I took you here, so it's easier to take care of you." you."

"How long have I been asleep?" Nick looked at Gatsby, he didn't worry too much about why he was in Gatsby's manor, he understood Gatsby's concerns.

"You slept for two days, and the doctor said you just had gastritis, and the symptoms were not serious. You didn't eat for a long time, and your mood fluctuated too much, that's why you fainted. As long as you take care of yourself, you'll be fine." Gatsby When he thought of the picture of Nick fainting, he felt a feeling of fear. Fortunately, it was not a big problem, which made him heave a sigh of relief.Nick has no relatives, and no one can take care of him. Gatsby is worried about keeping Nick in the hospital, so he takes Nick back to his home, planning to take good care of Nick himself.

"I made some soup, and I'll warm it up for you later. Eat some first, and then go to bed after eating. You'll be fine tomorrow." Seeing Nick in a daze, Gatsby suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten yet, and immediately He got up and planned to go to the kitchen, but he stopped when he reached the door. He hesitated for a while, then turned to Nick and said, "Daisy and Tom have moved away, and the manor has also been put up for sale. , it seems that they don't plan to come back again."

Nick didn't say anything.He just nodded, and Gatsby turned away, and the house was quiet again.Soon, Gatsby came in with a bowl of thick soup, and this time he turned on a few wall lamps and desk lamps, so that the room would have some light without being too bright.

Nick quickly finished his bowl of thick soup. After a long sleep, he planned to take a walk before resting. Gatsby opened the balcony door, and the two of them stood on the balcony, looking at the sea illuminated by the moonlight. As usual, but the green light on the other side disappeared, leaving only a vague gray outline.

"Meyer and I have completely broken up, and I don't intend to interfere in the bootlegging business." Gatsby turned to look at Nick, and Nick was a little surprised. He turned to look at Gatsby, and then asked: " So what are your plans for the future?"

"I don't know. When you recover from illness, I plan to go for a walk somewhere else to relax." Gatsby put a blanket on Nick and replied casually. Nick thought for a while before continuing: "Alright." , where are you going?"

"Hmm... your house?"

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