Jessie appeared before me anxiously, and her eyes filled with concern. She carefully wiped my face with her expensive clothes, and she did not seem bothered by the dirt.She took me to the hospital. Throughout the treatment, I did not speak to her, and she kept asking me questions in a worried tone.I lay in the hospital room with my eyes closed. She arranged for the family nutritionist to prepare a meal and deliver it that night, and she also arranged for a professional medical team to examine me.The nurse outside looked at me with envy before she left, and she practically praised my good fortune to my face.I calmly took out my phone. “Hello, is this 911? I need to make a police report. I have been—”A sudden rush of air swept past me. My phone was snatched away, and the call ended at once.I looked up at Jessie.She pressed her lips together and explained, “Honey, Shane’s house was burglarized, and it is not safe. You have been staying at the hospital with your father, so I
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