"Miss Wilsons physical condition has recovered well, but remember, try not to contact the people and things of that accident."
"If these two are stimulated again, the lighter one will be crazy, and the heavier one will continue to sleep."
Atticuss mind has been repeating these two sentences from the doctor.
She looked at Myrtle Wilson in the wheelchair, full of regret.
Her Myrtle is so kind, but she has to suffer like this.
And Scout Finch, that hateful woman, is still vigorous!
"Atticus, were here, help me down." Myrtle patted Atticuss hand back and gently reminded.
Atticus then came to his senses and carefully helped Myrtle stand up, whispering, "Be careful!"
At this moment, Scout was in the room packing up to leave the hospital, but she was startled by this sudden and familiar voice.
Outside the ward, Myrtle shook Atticuss hand and whispered to him, "Atticus, I want to talk to her alone, can you wait for me outside?"
"Then... be careful."
"Okay."
Two knocks on the door, and after it opened, it was closed again.
Scout stood in front of the bed, quietly looking at Myrtle Wilson.
Myrtle walked forward and took Scouts hand, her face full of guilt.
"Scout, the issue with the child, you really shouldnt blame me. I actually dont want it to be like this. I know its too much for Atticus to make you abort the child. But please forgive Atticus for my sake, okay? I dont want others to resent him."
As she spoke, Myrtles voice grew louder and louder. Not only could Atticus outside the door hear it, but the rooms next door could hear it too.
"Scout, I know it must have been an accident when you pushed me down that year. I have also forgiven you. You know that Atticus married you reluctantly, so why cant you forgive him?" Myrtles voice was mixed with a faint cry.
"Accident?" Scout sneered, "I have always been someone who dares to do and take responsibility. Similarly! I will not take the blame for things I havent done."
Looking at the furious Scout, Myrtle suddenly laughed while crying.
She whispered in Scouts ear, "Dont be so angry, its bad for your health! I might as well tell you, it was actually me who fell down that year. But what does it matter? Atticus saw with his own eyes that it was you who pushed me down. Are you aggrieved? If youre aggrieved, go ahead and say it! Youve been saying it for so many years, and you havent seen you get tired?!"
"You!" Scout now saw clearly that all of this was a trick by Myrtle Wilson. She clenched her fists tightly, her face flushed, and she bit her lower lip fiercely.
Myrtle patted Scouts cheek, her eyes burning with malice, and said, "Dont be so excited, I actually have a lot of stories to share with you! You dont know, right? The car accident between you and your father that year was also manipulated by us!"
"What are you talking about!"
"That was a beautiful accident! Its a pity that your father died on the spot, but you were lucky to survive. If your mother and your silly brother had an accident, wouldnt you go crazy? Wow, I really cant wait to see that scene!"
Hearing this, the anger in Scouts heart burst out, and her eyes full of bloodshot grabbed Myrtles collar, and the other hand raised to hammer the other party.
Myrtle shouted in horror, "Ah! Atticus... where are you?"
Atticus, not far from the door, heard the cry for help and immediately kicked the door in. Taking advantage of Scouts distraction, Myrtle bent her knee and threw her to the ground, and then fell down by herself.
Atticus quickly picked up Myrtle from the ground and carefully hugged her in his arms, looking at Scout on the ground and scolding, "Its me, Atticus Finch, who killed your child. If you have anything, come at me. Myrtle is innocent. How can you be so vicious! Its a pity that she wanted to visit you."
"Ha!" Scout couldnt help but mock, "Of course, I remember that it was you, Atticus Finch, who killed my child, and her visit... I spit!"
"Stop playing here." Atticus protected Myrtle behind him and warned, "Our matter has nothing to do with Myrtle. Even if Myrtle doesnt wake up, our marriage is destined not to be perfect."
Scout endured the pain in her knee, slowly stood up with the help of the bed, and said word by word, "Atticus Finch, Im not a fish, not with only seven seconds of memory. You dont have to remind me how bad my marriage is all the time. Moreover, your side of the water is all muddy, and I wont be stupid enough to drown in it."
"Myrtle... Im so scared." Myrtle didnt want the two to have too much contact, nor did she want Scout to say too many things.
"Okay, okay, Ill take you away right now. Scout, youd better, take care of yourself!" After that, Atticus carried Myrtle and strode away.
"What you just said, the only answer is the back, and the door is slammed hard."
Ring...
Scout picked up the phone under the pillow.
"Sister, Mom had a car accident, we are at Maycomb General Hospital, sob..." The other end of the phone was her younger brothers crying and choking voice.
Scout stood there stiff, and the words of Myrtle Wilson before began to repeat in her ears.
Scout tightly held the phone, a hatred rising in her eyes, Myrtle Wilson, you wait!
My fathers death I will make you repay in this life, if my mothers car accident is also manipulated by you, then it is destined that either you die or I die in this life!
"Little Ze, dont cry, be strong, sister will be there immediately."
Scout hung up the phone, ran out of the hospital like the wind, and casually stopped a taxi to Maycomb General Hospital.
When Scout arrived, the light on the operating room door had changed from red to green.
"Sister!" When Little Ze saw Scout, he immediately ran over and hugged her.
At this time, the operating room door opened, and the doctor took off his mask and asked, "Where is the patients family member?"
"Here, here!" Scout quickly stepped forward, panting, and said, "Dr. Wilson... Thank you! Thank you for saving my mother again, how is she now?"
The doctors face was heavy and said, "Your mother is temporarily out of life-threatening danger. However, you also know that your mother has a congenital heart disease, and with todays heavy blow, if she doesnt have a heart transplant, she may go into shock or even die at any time."
"Doctor, is there a heart that matches my mothers?" Scout was anxious, she knew that her mother and younger brother had congenital heart disease, and they might leave her at any time, she was afraid!
"Well, Ill check later to see if there is a heart that matches your mother. If there is news, Ill send a message to your phone later." The doctor handed the prescription to Scout and continued, "This is your mothers prescription. You go to the front desk to pay for the medicine, and then go to the pharmacy with the prescription and receipt to get the medicine."
"Okay! Okay!" Scout took the prescription and said repeatedly, "Thank you! Thank you, doctor."
After taking care of her mother and younger brother, Scout called the housekeeper to come and stay overnight, and then she hurried back to the hospital with her bag.
After Atticus left, Scout came out from the corridor and pushed open the door of Myrtle Wilsons ward.
"Myrtle Wilson! You crazy woman! My mothers car accident was also manipulated by you, right? Dont you know that doing this is illegal?!" Scout shouted at Myrtle on the bed.
Lying on the hospital bed, Myrtle curled the corners of her mouth and still closed her eyes, ignoring Scout.
Faced with Myrtles disregard, Scouts anger soared, "Myrtle Wilson, do you think you can get away with it by pretending to sleep? What people do, God sees, I will find out all your crimes, and then I will see how you explain."
"You only have the intelligence of a three-year-old child, dont you? Im staying in the hospital, and Atticus is with me every day. How can I harm your mother? Do I have the ability to be in two places at once?" Myrtle sat up from the bed and said unhurriedly.
Scout sneered, "Do you, Myrtle Wilson, have to do things personally? It might have been the case before, but after hiding for so many years, there must be a lot of sightlines, right?"
"What do you mean?" Myrtle sat up straight suddenly, and asked coldly.
"Back then, we fell down together. Why did I wake up the next day, and you just slept for a year and a half!"
Myrtle frowned, and then laughed, "Even if my coma was fake, what can you do about it? Will he believe you?"
"You!" The sound of a call came, and Scout looked down at her mobile phone. When she saw the content of the text message, her pupils shrank instantly.
"Miss Finch, hello! The only heart that matches your mother has been found, but unfortunately, it has been bought by someone else. I just violated the hospital system and secretly checked for you. This heart was bought by a lady named Myrtle Wilson three hours ago. Im sorry, I cant do anything about the rest."