The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 625

The hospital

The light in the emergency room was off. When Mark arrived, the doctor told him that the boy was unconscious and that he did not have a clue when the boy would wake up.

Mark furrowed his brows and grabbed the doctor by his collar. The doctor was shocked, his expression changing. "We have tried our best. The patient has a congenital heart disease and might have a heart attack at that moment. So that is why..."

Congenital heart disease?

Mark let go of the doctor and walked outside the ward, where a girl was crouching on the floor and crying.

The doctor told him that this was the boy’s elder sister. The boy’s name was Ayaan Donovan, 12, and the girl was Makayla Donovan, 18. They were orphans.

The girl still looked immature and appeared to have a n introverted personality, as she looked uneasy and lost. People said that children growing up in the orphanage were withdrawn and afraid of the crowd. She was green and quiet, sharing some characteristics with Summer. So Mark could not help but take a few more glances at her.

The girl stood behind him, heeling him like a frightened puppy. She seemed to rely on Mark.

The boy was still in a coma and no one knew when he could come out of it. So Mark had requested the team o f doctors and nurses to call him immediately, or call Harry if they could not find him, if anything happened to the boy.

The hospital president nodded repeatedly. Just when Mark was about to leave, the girl gripped at his sleeves with her white fingers with tears on her face. Mark took the girl back to his apartment as he figured he had to bear part of the responsibility for the accident.

"I am worried about my brother." The girl sounded a little hesitant at first, but gradually, she was less afraid of him. "You are a kind man."

Mark's lips slightly upturned, but he said not a word. His expression was still cold, but the girl was not afraid. Instead, she observed him from the corner of her eyes.

"The orphanage director said that Ayaan's heart disease was incurable, but I knew she just didn't want to send Ayaan for treatment. I could make money to pay for Ayaan's medical bill. So at night, Ayaan and I secretly left but ran into a group of drunk men. They wanted to catch me, but Ayaan hid me while he wanted to distract the men, and so he ran out..." The girl spoke slowly, gripping the box. She was no longer afraid of him, as he was a good man who bought her clothes.

Mark nodded his head, meaning that he was listening.

The girl quickened her pace and drew up level with him. "Ayaan will wake up, won't he?”