The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 1777

At this point, Jazz looked arrogant. "So are you going to take my car?"

As the saying went, "Gifts blind eyes." Essa pursed her mouth slightly and then fell silent.

This was a critical moment, so she didn't want to argue with him. If she was really kicked out of the car and couldn't make it to her brother’s surgery, she would regret it.

As long as she endured this time, everything could be solved. Therefore, she decided to hold back her anger!

"You'd better be quiet and get real. That's how you make people like you!"

Essa frowned angrily and completely

ignored his words. Why should she let him like her?

On the way, the traffic was so jammed that it was hard for Jazz to drive forward. Essa was so anxious that she was torn with anxiety.

Jazz raised his eyebrows, started the car, and weaved through the narrow gaps in the traffic. Even though he saw the red light, he didn't stop driving and ran the red light.

Looking at the red light, as a traffic cop, Essa became agitated. "Will you obey the traffic rules? If you keep weaving in and out of traffic, what if you have an accident? Do you know how many car accidents happen every year because of disobeying the traffic rules?"

Hearing Essa's words, Jazz didn't say a word, put his foot on the brake, and suddenly slammed on the brakes. Then the car lurched forward, and Essa’s forehead hit the car.

"No problem. Then I'll obey the traffic rules. In this situation, I guess we have to wait for two or three hours. Let’s keep waiting. Do you want to listen to a little more music?" He looked relaxed, with a smile on his face.

Essa was speechless.

She bit her lip and didn't say anything.

"Your brother is already in surgery. I don't know anything about the rest." Essa's mother looked worriedly at the emergency room.

"Don't worry. My brother will be fine! He's definitely going to be okay!" Essa reassured her mother with a resolute tone.

If one couldn't even convince oneself with one's words, how could one convince the others?

Perhaps because Essa's tone was too firm, Essa’s mother sighed with relief and finally sat down on the bench outside the operating room.

Jazz did not leave, but stood opposite Essa, leaning against the wall, and waited with them.

The process of waiting was often the most torturous because one never knew what to expect, whether it would be survival, death, hope, or endless despair.

Time passes quietly minute by minute. At this point, only the breathing of these three people could be heard in the air.