Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 78

He lifted it up carefully, there was almost no good skin on the skin below the chest cavity, it was all old wounds. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

On the left side of the ribs, there were actually burnt marks from cigarette butts.

Finley’s masseter tensed.

Going down to the lower abdomen, Sofia was wearing a large hospital gown and trousers that just covered the lower abdomen tightly.

Finley would never be so shameless as to take off Sofia’s pants, probably there is no injury underneath, right?

He closed his eyes, feeling that the atmosphere was a little oppressive, and he almost felt as if he was suffocating.

He slowly sat down beside Sofia’s hospital bed.

Throughout the night, Paul didn’t dare to close his eyes, and led the head nurse to monitor Sofia’s vital signs in Sofia’s ward at any time.

He turned his face to look at Finley, who was resting against the wall with his eyes closed, and smiled wryly to himself.

When Mr. Stwart broke Miss Campbell’s left hand and threw him into prison, they all felt that the president had gone too far.

But at the beginning, the president was blinded by hatred. He actually fell in love with her a long time ago, and he tried to resist using hatred to dilute the feelings in his heart.

But feelings cannot deceive people, because this thing is the most difficult to control.

For three whole days, Finley stayed in the intensive care unit most of the time, and Sofia was also fatal, and finally she was able to breathe on her own after the ventilator was removed.

On the fifth day, she woke up.

Sofia has been using nutrient solution to maintain her life these days, she woke up again and felt like a dream.

This dream was a bit lengthy. I dreamed of my parents and my cute younger brother, of my classmates from all grades, and even dreamed of wearing a small skirt and playing the piano desperately to compete for the first place in the children’s piano competition.

She also dreamed of Finley, the man who wanted to kill her.

Sofia gasped for breath, the ventilator was withdrawn, and every breath in her lungs hurt like being cut by a knife.

The blurred vision in front of her eyes gradually became clear, and the first word she uttered was: “Daisy!”

“Daisy!”

Sofia was so weak that the words she tried to shout were as low as a whisper.

“She’s fine, don’t worry.”

A cold voice came from beside her, and for a moment Sofia thought she was in hell.

She woke up suddenly, and the moment she heard the voice, her body trembled uncontrollably.

She turned her face away to look at Finley who was sitting next to her, thinking that she was hallucinating again. She wanted to rub her eyes, but there was an infusion tube inserted into the back of her hand, and the other machine tubes on her body had not been removed, so He fixedly looked at the man sitting in front of him.

She stayed up all night until her eyes were red, her thin lips were tightly pressed, her gaze was complicated, as if she was going to kill her, and she was a little bit desperate.

His complexion was even uglier, even uglier than her critically ill patient.

Sofia looked at Finley, her scalp tingling a little.

She hadn’t been sure before, whether this incident in the swimming pool was Finley’s acquiescence, after all, he was really ruthless, and there was no need to cover up this to her.

If he really wanted to kill her, he could use all means.

In short, never underestimate Finley’s means and ruthlessness.

The two looked at each other without speaking.

Finley didn’t know if he was going to be driven crazy by that answer, he looked at Sofia and asked out word by word.

“Three years ago, did you push Ellie down? Or was it herself…”

“I pushed it!” Sofia’s voice was hoa rse, but her answer was clear.

Sofia has completely and even permanently compromised with the unjust case three years ago.

It really doesn’t make sense to ask this now.

She didn’t want to and didn’t have the energy to pursue it. Why did Finley ask such a question?