Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman novel Chapter 180

'I... I just want to wait for the person I ran over to come out of the operating room first. It's not about him being alive or not. This is out of genuine concern, ' thought Jean.

But then a question popped in her head: "Why are these policemen insistent to take me to the police station first?"

"She won't go with you. If you have any questions, just talk to my lawyer." An out-of-breath Zed rushed in to reassure his cornered wife. As soon as he composed himself, he told the cops to back off in his usual peremptory fashion.

"Mr. Zed..." The policemen suddenly looked embarrassed.

The police was in a hurry right from the start. As soon as they got to know that the Mr. Zed's wife had caused the accident, they arrived at the scene of the accident in a jiffy. Then, they followed the ambulance directly to the hospital and tagged Jean until she gave a statement, all before Mr. Zed arrived.

But Mr. Zed was here now. It would be doubly difficult to take Jean away now that he had intervened.

"Mr. Zed..." The policeman, who had been covertly forcing Jean all this while, thought the situation over and said, "I hope you understand, Mr. Zed. We are just following the rules."

"I know. But if you have any questions, please talk to my lawyer." Ignoring the police who still wanted to say something more, an anxious Zed took his trembling wife and interlaced his arm with hers to lead her to a bench to talk in private.

"Come on Jean, take a seat first. Did you get frightened just now with all the cops and the legal work?" Zed thought approaching this on a milder tone might ease Jean into talking with ease. He watched her with concern as she sat there blank in front of him.

Jean's dull expression was disturbing Zed. Jean, on the other hand, was shocked to see him come like this. She was at a loss on how to respond to him coming in such a hurry.

His show of concern made the sweet-natured woman want to jump into her husband's arms. After all, she was dying to vent her anxiety and fears.

'But now... how can I do this... just after I decided to get rid of my dependence on Zed?'

Swallowing the bitter irony of the situation, Jean looked down and said in a sad, somber tone, "No matter how scared I am, I still have to face this. But... why are you here?" The last part of her utterance contained a hint of surprise but she didn't noticed this tone herself.

"You have experienced such a serious accident just hours ago. How could I not be here? But more importantly, why didn't you tell me first?" Zed scowled in defiance.

He thought, 'I am your husband but you didn't think of me first when you were most helpless.' The silence between them became tense and added to Zed's discomfort.

"I was afraid at that time. It took me a while to wrap my head around what had happened… that I had hit and run somebody down and put their life in danger. Seeing the young man covered in blood made me gather my wits. All I could think of was to call an ambulance and call for rescue as soon as possible, " Pausing for breath, Jean looked up at Zed.

"You're right, I don't mean to blame you. But Jean, can you please contact me as soon as something like this happens from now on?" His stare pierced right through Jean's unsureness.

'My wife has an accident but I am told by my subordinate about it first. What a warped equation this is.'

Reflecting on their situation, Zed's heart broke. He could sense that his beloved wife Jean had become somewhat different.

But he couldn't put his finger on what the difference was.

Jean abruptly raised her head and fixedly looked at Zed as if she were trying to gauge something.

The cruel, ruthless playboy image of Zed didn't go with the man in front of her right now. He looked vulnerable to the slightest of words and actions. Who could tell that Zed was this sensitive?

Truth be told, when Jean understood that somebody had been hit by her car, her very first thought was to call Zed, but...

Jean felt the white-hot stab of pain as she thought: 'I am not the only one in his heart. What's the point of calling him to bother him with my problems and worries?

This will just add to our troubles.'

And yet, when she saw a concerned Zed running towards the emergency ward, frantically trying to locate her, she knew he had come dropping everything the minute he knew this had happened.

But then, Jean put two and two together. The police already knew about the accident. How could Zed not?

His intelligence network, needless to say, was unparalleled.

"Um... well." Wearing a demure look on her face, Jean swallowed and nodded a 'yes' to Zed.

Jean's silent promise to him wore off all of Zed's tensions and anxiety. A great mental burden melted away.

"It's all right. Don't worry. Everything will get better soon." At the mention of the dire accident she had faced a few hours ago, Jean stiffened up and grew pale. He knew that she had just experienced a nightmare and it wasn't easy getting out of it. Out of his instinctive to protect her, he held both of her hands in his whispering comfort and assurance.

Zed's rock solid presence made Jean let go a little. The accident and the chase to the hospital had worn her out. Not to forget the grilling by the police outside the operating room. Sleepy and tired, Jean rested her head on Zed's shoulder and slowly closed her eyes.

She had hardly slept a wink last night and now the accident in the morning had unnerved her. On top of this, she didn't even know if the young man would survive the accident or not. It would be an understatement to say that Jean was presently overwhelmed.

'Let me be yearn for Zed's warmth just for the time being. I need his love and tenderness right now!'

Exhaustion had taken over Jean's mind and body but neither could keep still.

She kept her eyes wide and stared at the door of the operating room in a daze.

The sight of the young brown haired man lying in a pool of blood plagued her again and again.

It was as if her heart was under a ruthless grip that made it impossible for it to beat.

After what seemed to be a long interval of time, the door of the operating room creaked open.

The young guilty woman by now had lost all hope. Seeing it open, she stood up in a heartbeat and ran towards the man wearing a surgical mask.

"Doctor, how is the injured?" Tense like an animal, Jean grabbed the arm of the chief doctor and waited for him to say something anxiously.

Instead of answering her, the chief doctor taking off his mask, looked at Zed.

"Zed, what are you doing here?" An astonished doctor, first looked at Zed and then Jean, trying to guess what all this was about.

"Uncle Elian, this is my wife, Jean Wen. Jean, this is Uncle Elian. He is the director of surgery in this hospital." Zed introduced them to each other.

The reality of being Zed's wife stung her again. 'How could I not meet people who Zed knows any and everywhere we go?'

Still, she pushed the thought aside. After pouncing at him for help, Jean felt her cheeks hot with embarassment and said, "Hello, Uncle Elian."

Elian Wang's face relaxed. He told her, "We have done a critical surgery and now await results. The injured's condition is still very serious. We have already dressed his wounds. But the next 24 hours would tell whether he is out of danger or succumbs to his injuries."

Listening to Uncle Elian's words, Jean's worry doubled, "How…how can we help, Uncle Elian?"

"It is crucial that the young man has his family by his side for the next 24 hours specially. So that if there is an emergency, his family can call the doctors without any delay. The truth be told, the injured is in a severe coma. If he does not wake up in the next 24 hours, the situation is unlikely to be positive. By the way, has his family been contacted?"

Elian Wang asked the policemen behind him.

"The injured guy called Moore Bai is a Chinese settled abroad. He was just returning from the overseas so it has been difficult to get in touch with anyone from his family, " The policeman next to Elian Wang reported.

"Difficult to get in touch with? What do you mean?" A frowning Zed asked.

"Moore Bai is an orphan. He was adopted by a retired couple who died the year before last. As for other relatives, we are still investigating..." The policeman reported somewhat uneasily.

All of this suddenly seemed to take a turn for the worse. Jean looked at everyone's face one by one and suddenly turned to Elian Wang and said, "Uncle Elian, since this 24-hour period is about whether Moore Bai can wake up or not, I will monitor his well-being and take care of him."

"You...?"

"You...?"

Zed and Elian Wang both looked at Jean with surprise.

"Yeah." Jean nodded vigorously and then said with a bitter smile, "After all, it was I who ran the car over him. I hope I can accompany him through the next 24 hours at least. Whether he wakes up or not, is another thing. I owe him this at least..."

"Jean, don't talk nonsense." After hearing Jean, Zed chided her with a solemn face, "You don't need to care for him, Jean. I will find the best caregiver who will wholeheartedly look after him for the next 24 hours."