You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 59 Her Situation Is Not Normal

"This is a batch of rescue drugs. I'm organizing the list and then sending it to the medicine warehouse."

Bob's forehead was covered with sweat.

"What about Harriet Smith's lunch if you stay here?"

Bob gasped and said, "I've been busy these days, so I didn't go back to the County Government Office.

Beau Wright took them back."

"I see. Okay, you can go ahead." Sykes Wright waved at him. He had planned to send lunch back, but

since his brother was here, he didn't need to.

Hearing this, the expression on Mary Wright's face changed slightly, and her eyes were a little light.

Although the sun did come out, the weather was not very good. The cold wind was still blowing, and it

was a little cold.

After pushing it out for less than half an hour, Mary Wright said that she was cold and sleepy and didn't

want to stay outside anymore.

So Sykes Wright pushed her back to her room. After receiving the call, he left in a hurry.

Mary Wright was left on the bed. Her eyes were blank and her brows were furrowed. She gently

covered her chest with her hands. It hurt so much that she felt uncomfortable.

He had never been to the hospital since Harriet's foot was injured.

At first, she felt that it was good. These days, her heart was a little shaken, too wavering, tangled,

hesitant, and hesitant.

If he didn't come, she could slowly forget those things that made her feel grateful and swayed, as if

nothing had happened.

However, he had never appeared as she thought!

Immediately afterward, she felt lost and empty, then carried with a strong expectation that he would

appear.

Such contradictory and complicated emotions made her feel very annoyed and bitter.

That was why she had been probing his whereabouts when Sykes came to the hospital today.

Hearing that he was very busy every day, she thought that he definitely had no time to come here, so at

that moment, she smiled and felt relaxed.

However, after running into Bob, all her ease and smiles instantly seemed so ironic.

He didn't have time to go to the hospital, but he had time to go back to the company's branch at noon

every day...

The huge difference made Harriet feel unbearable. Did he fall in love with Harriet Smith, or did he just

want to take care of her?

These two thoughts rolled freely in her mind, making her uncomfortable.

Suddenly, she thought of her brother's words. One wrong step leads to the rest of the steps being

wrong, and then, there was no room for her to turn back...

And she would really push him further and further away from her...

But what could she do?

Her inexplicable thoughts ran wildly in her head as if to drive her crazy. Then, she suddenly felt a

heavyweight on her head, and then she became dizzy.

Mary Wright raised her hand and placed it on his forehead. It was boiling hot and he caught a cold.

It must have been because of the cold wind just now. Even her nose was blocked and she felt a little

out of breath.

Her whole body was hot and weak. She pursed her dry lips and couldn't help picking up her mobile

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When the phone was connected, she just murmured softly, "I feel... uncomfortable..."

Then, she hung up the phone and threw it aside. She didn't call the nurse and just lay there.

After a while, Beau Wright strode in. His handsome face was stern, and his deep eyes fell on Mary

Wright.

Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were slightly dry. She seemed very uncomfortable and

unconscious, rubbing against the bed.

Frowning, his hand with distinct joints landed on her forehead. The astonishing temperature caused her

eyes to slowly narrow and become unusually dark.

The nurse hurried in, not daring to look at Beau Wright's expression. She kept her head down and kept

busy, measuring her temperature and checking her body.

"Why is her temperature so high all of a sudden?" Beau Wright stared at the nurse. "That's how you

take care of patients, huh?"

The nurse's heart skipped a beat as she raised her voice. She quickly explained, "Sykes came to the

hospital today. At noon, he pushed her out to get some fresh air and then got caught in a cold. It's a

little too serious, so it's best for someone to guard at night. Otherwise, it might turn into pneumonia."

Hearing that, Beau Wright didn't say anything else. He pursed his thin lips and leaned to the side to

watch the nurse feed the medicine.

After doing all this, the nurse quickly left.

With his long legs moving, Beau Wright sat by the bed. There were even beads of sweat on her

forehead, but her hands grabbed his hands tightly and refused to let go.

He tried to move, but her hands tightened. He couldn't hear clearly what she was muttering.

Beau Wright's big hand moved and gently wiped away the sweat on her forehead. Then he lowered his

eyes and looked at the time. It was half past seven.

When he thought of the woman in the room who was still in the bed and couldn't move, his eyes moved

slightly and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, he took out his mobile phone but the battery

was low and it was switched off.

He gently rubbed his eyebrows and put the phone back into his coat pocket. He looked at Mary Wright,

who still seemed not to be relieved, and sat there without moving...

In the room.

It was already eight o'clock, but he hadn't come back yet. Harriet Smith was a little worried. "Did

something happen?"

In the past few days, he would come back at noon every day, and then at seven o'clock in the

afternoon.

But today, it was a little abnormal. Not only did he not come back at noon, but he had not come back

for more than an hour than he was supposed to.

Unable to rest assured, she dialed the number, only to hear a sweet female voice. "Sorry, the phone

you dialed has been turned off..."

And his phone was turned off!

"Will something really happen?"

She sat on the bed and couldn't stop her imagination from running wild. Moreover, she always didn't

think about the benefits. She thought of the disadvantages.

She was completely awake. She sat up and looked at the door of the room, waiting...

After waiting for two hours, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, but he still didn't show up.

This time, she became even more panicked. She felt a little uneasy.

"Is he too busy with work or did something bad happen?"

Did it because during the rescue, the house suddenly fell down, or the car collided and a car accident

happened?

She didn't want to make herself nervous, but she couldn't control herself. After all, it was too late and

she couldn't get through to the phone. How could she not be anxious?

Slowly, she moved down from the bed, put on her slippers with one foot, and then jumped out with one

foot.

Although it hurt a little, she could still bear it.

The best thing was that the room was a little far away from Sykes and she would arrive soon.

She patted the door five or six times, and finally, a sound came from inside. The door opened and

Sykes Wright, who was sleeping soundly, stood opposite her with a confused face.

Seeing that it was her, the sleepiness in Sykes Wright's body dissipated and he suddenly sobered up.

He nervously tidied up his slightly wrinkled clothes.

But as if he had thought of something, he lowered his gaze and looked at her feet.

At this time, Harriet Smith was standing by the door with her hands on one leg and her injured foot on

the other.

His handsome face changed. He immediately picked her up from the ground and reprimanded her with

dissatisfaction, "Your feet are already injured like this. Why are you still running around?"

"Sykes, your brother hasn't come back yet, and his phone can't get through. What do you think will

happen?" She said worriedly.

Hearing this, Sykes Wright's action froze for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth curled into a

smile. "You think too much. He will definitely be fine."

"After all, this is not like Tranton The earthquake has just ended, and the chaos is still going on. The

most important thing is that the phone can't be connected."

"Let's wait and see."

Holding her in his arms, he returned to Harriet Smith's room. She sat on the bed and he sat by the bed,

waiting quietly.

Harriet Smith waited for another two hours. Unable to suppress the anxiety and worry in her heart, she

kept glancing at her phone and the door.

The anxiety was written on her face without any disguise. Seeing it clearly, Sykes Wright sighed and

stood up, reminding her, "Don't move, just sit here. I'll go out to look for him. I'll call you when I find

him."

Harriet Smith nodded and said, "Sykes, be careful on the way."

Sykes made a good gesture of OK and left.

It was winter on the twelfth lunar month, and it was early in the morning. The temperature was seven or

eight degrees below zero. Except for the freezing cold, there were no pedestrians on the road.

The cold wind coming directly from the face poured in, and Sykes Wright's face was instantly frozen

senseless, and even moving a little bit was like a hard pull on the muscles on the sides of his face.

He first went to the place where the Companies of the Wright Family distributed the rescue supplies.

The lights were still on. When he walked in, there were only two emergency workers sleeping.

"Where's my brother?" At this time, even opening his mouth became a little difficult. His tongue was

tied and his words were not good.

"Chairman Wright left at noon."

Hearing this, Sykes Wright raised his eyebrows. "At noon?"

"Yes, Chairman Wright left after receiving a call."

"Who's calling?"

"We don't know." How could they dare to be curious about Chairman Wright and peek at him?

At this time, the only place that could come to his mind was the hospital.

He wrapped his coat tightly around himself, stepped on the cold night sky, and rushed to the hospital

again.

The moment he rushed to the hospital and pushed open the door of the ward, Sykes felt a burning fire

burning in his chest.

She saw that her aunt was lying on the bed, and her elder brother was sitting by the side, leaning lazily,

but his big hand was holding hers.

He strode over and stood in front of his brother, his chest rising and falling violently.

The light was suddenly shrouded by a shadow. Beau Wright raised his chin slightly and glanced at him.

He pulled his thin lips and said, "Did you push her out today?"

"Yes, so what?" The corners of Sykes's eyes twitched and his tone was a little rushed. His sister-in-law

was looking for him in such a hurry, but he was sitting here with his aunt and didn't even make a phone

call!

This was also the first time he had been so disrespectful to his brother.

"It seems that you have a great opinion of my inquiry..." Frowning, Beau Wright paused for a moment

and continued, "She has caught a cold, nearly 40 degrees."

Upon hearing this, Sykes Wright glanced at the bed and noticed that his aunt's cheeks were

flushed.