By the time Ian arrived at the scene after comforting Bella, Carol had been given first aid, and her condition had been stabilized.
Ian blamed me for making fun of Carol's life and being unreasonable with him.
He treated me increasingly worse, and his tone became even more impatient.
Later, Ian refused to answer all my calls directly.
Kevin had no choice but to contact Ian for me on several occasions when things got urgent.
At the beginning, Ian could decisively leave Bella, who was on a date, behind to rush to the hospital.
But Carol was fine a few times, and Bella was getting indifferent to him.
She blamed Ian for not caring about her.
Then, Ian didn't even believe Kevin's words anymore and just thought that Kevin had betrayed him.
Kevin stayed with me and tried everything he could do to try and get Ian back to me.
The classic story of the Boy Who Cried Wolf had been played out to perfection by us.
But I would appreciate it if Ian didn't show up this time.
Just let Ian's first love take the blame for Carol's death.
Seeing the phone was hung up, Kevin looked grim.
"I'll go ahead and stall with first aid. You should continue to contact Ian, and Carol's surgery can't be delayed!"
With that, Kevin turned around and went straight into the operating room.
The nurse placed the slip to be signed for the surgery in front of me.
She looked embarrassed. "This is the hospital's rule, and I really can't do anything about it, so I can only ask you to contact Carol's family again, because her surgery has to be signed by an immediate family member."
I nodded in understanding.
I called Ian once more in front of everyone.
Unexpectedly, Ian directly hung up and blacklisted my number.
I was anxious on the surface, but I was relieved inside.
I fell down helplessly into a chair in the hallway and took the opportunity to rest for a while.
Ten minutes later, Kevin emerged from the operating room, and he said gravely to the nurse, "Give a critical notice. Carol is in bad condition."
As Kevin turned to look at me, he glanced around the room, but he still hadn't found Ian.
He suddenly frowned tightly and said indifferently, "Haven't you gotten in touch with him yet?"
I nodded helplessly and forcibly shed a tear.
"It's all my fault. If I hadn't called Carol before when he was in critical condition, everything would have been fine. Now he won't believe me no matter what I say..."