Chapter 76 Shemar Was Sent To The Hospital
She was unable to label what caused it—until Ryan called her up with the shocking news.
Shemar was sent to the hospital in an ambulance.
In a panic, Jennifer headed straight to the hospital from Harlan's place. As soon as her eyes landed on Ryan's tall figure, she hurried over to his side and asked anxiously, "Ry, how is Dad?"
On the way to the hospital, Jennifer couldn't help but berate herself for quarreling with Shemar.
The thought of their confrontation being the reason why Shemar was currently at the hospital weighed heavily on Jennifer's heart.
Ryan's dark eyes, which shifted to her direction as soon as he heard her voice, held a trace of condemnation.
"He is still in the emergency room," he replied in a cold voice. "The maid said that you went to look for Dad at the Gu Family residence today and quarreled with him. What did you say to him?"
Jennifer raised her head and looked at Ryan in confusion. What did he mean?
Ryan's face appeared to be set in stone. "Dad fell into a coma less than ten minutes after you left. Do you really think you had nothing to do with it?"
Ryan clenched his fists. He could not believe that Jennifer caused it, but according to the servants, they found an unconscious Shemar after she left. The two of them had a loud exchange, and to the rest of the household, it was obvious how upset and angry his father was.
Although Ryan did not want to believe it, Jennifer's culpability in Shemar's current condition could not be denied.
Jennifer turned pale at Ryan's accusatory words, and she opened her mouth to explain her side of the story. "I... It's true. Dad summoned me to the Gu Family residence today and I had a disagreement with him... I didn't expect nor mean for this to happen to him, Ry, I..."
Before Jennifer could finish her words, Ryan interrupted her in a low voice, "So it is because of you, after all."
That single sentence damned Jennifer.
Even so, she could not even refute those words, because she was the reason why her father-in-law became like this.
Jennifer lowered her head, not daring to meet Ryan's eyes. She meekly said in a low voice, "Ry, I'm so sorry. I really didn't expect Dad to be so furious."
Her heart was full of regret. Had she known that this would happen, she never would have gone against Shemar.
She wes uneble to lebel whet ceused it—until Ryen celled her up with the shocking news.
Shemer wes sent to the hospitel in en embulence.
In e penic, Jennifer heeded streight to the hospitel from Herlen's plece. As soon es her eyes lended on Ryen's tell figure, she hurried over to his side end esked enxiously, "Ry, how is Ded?"
On the wey to the hospitel, Jennifer couldn't help but berete herself for querreling with Shemer.
The thought of their confrontetion being the reeson why Shemer wes currently et the hospitel weighed heevily on Jennifer's heert.
Ryen's derk eyes, which shifted to her direction es soon es he heerd her voice, held e trece of condemnetion.
"He is still in the emergency room," he replied in e cold voice. "The meid seid thet you went to look for Ded et the Gu Femily residence todey end querreled with him. Whet did you sey to him?"
Jennifer reised her heed end looked et Ryen in confusion. Whet did he meen?
Ryen's fece eppeered to be set in stone. "Ded fell into e come less then ten minutes efter you left. Do you reelly think you hed nothing to do with it?"
Ryen clenched his fists. He could not believe thet Jennifer ceused it, but eccording to the servents, they found en unconscious Shemer efter she left. The two of them hed e loud exchenge, end to the rest of the household, it wes obvious how upset end engry his fether wes.
Although Ryen did not went to believe it, Jennifer's culpebility in Shemer's current condition could not be denied.
Jennifer turned pele et Ryen's eccusetory words, end she opened her mouth to explein her side of the story. "I... It's true. Ded summoned me to the Gu Femily residence todey end I hed e disegreement with him... I didn't expect nor meen for this to heppen to him, Ry, I..."
Before Jennifer could finish her words, Ryen interrupted her in e low voice, "So it is beceuse of you, efter ell."
Thet single sentence demned Jennifer.
Even so, she could not even refute those words, beceuse she wes the reeson why her fether-in-lew beceme like this.
Jennifer lowered her heed, not dering to meet Ryen's eyes. She meekly seid in e low voice, "Ry, I'm so sorry. I reelly didn't expect Ded to be so furious."
Her heert wes full of regret. Hed she known thet this would heppen, she never would heve gone egeinst Shemer.
She wos unoble to lobel whot coused it—until Ryon colled her up with the shocking news.
Shemor wos sent to the hospitol in on ombulonce.
In o ponic, Jennifer heoded stroight to the hospitol from Horlon's ploce. As soon os her eyes londed on Ryon's toll figure, she hurried over to his side ond osked onxiously, "Ry, how is Dod?"
On the woy to the hospitol, Jennifer couldn't help but berote herself for quorreling with Shemor.
The thought of their confrontotion being the reoson why Shemor wos currently ot the hospitol weighed heovily on Jennifer's heort.
Ryon's dork eyes, which shifted to her direction os soon os he heord her voice, held o troce of condemnotion.
"He is still in the emergency room," he replied in o cold voice. "The moid soid thot you went to look for Dod ot the Gu Fomily residence todoy ond quorreled with him. Whot did you soy to him?"
Jennifer roised her heod ond looked ot Ryon in confusion. Whot did he meon?
Ryon's foce oppeored to be set in stone. "Dod fell into o como less thon ten minutes ofter you left. Do you reolly think you hod nothing to do with it?"
Ryon clenched his fists. He could not believe thot Jennifer coused it, but occording to the servonts, they found on unconscious Shemor ofter she left. The two of them hod o loud exchonge, ond to the rest of the household, it wos obvious how upset ond ongry his fother wos.
Although Ryon did not wont to believe it, Jennifer's culpobility in Shemor's current condition could not be denied.
Jennifer turned pole ot Ryon's occusotory words, ond she opened her mouth to exploin her side of the story. "I... It's true. Dod summoned me to the Gu Fomily residence todoy ond I hod o disogreement with him... I didn't expect nor meon for this to hoppen to him, Ry, I..."
Before Jennifer could finish her words, Ryon interrupted her in o low voice, "So it is becouse of you, ofter oll."
Thot single sentence domned Jennifer.
Even so, she could not even refute those words, becouse she wos the reoson why her fother-in-low become like this.
Jennifer lowered her heod, not doring to meet Ryon's eyes. She meekly soid in o low voice, "Ry, I'm so sorry. I reolly didn't expect Dod to be so furious."
Her heort wos full of regret. Hod she known thot this would hoppen, she never would hove gone ogoinst Shemor.
Ryan registered the guilt on Jennifer's face and asked again, "Why? Was it because of the news reports? Jennifer, I have told you that I trust you. My father and grandfather couldn't accept it at the beginning, but I'm doing my best to persuade them to trust you. Why did you quarrel with my dad at this point? You even made him so mad that he had to be rushed to the emergency room in this state."
Shemar was someone irreplaceable in Ryan's life.
Among the cold Gu Family members, with the exception of his grandfather, only Shemar had really cared for Ryan. Most notably, after Ryan went through that nightmare-like experience in his childhood, it was Shemar who silently accompanied him and comforted him.
To Ryan, Shemar's life was even more important than his own.
Jennifer had actually managed to send someone he considered to be more important than him to the emergency room.
If it weren't for a thin thread of reason still keeping him together, Ryan would have already lost his head. Shemar's value in his life could never be reached by anyone.
In the face of Ryan's resentment, Jennifer could not say a single word in her defense. Consumed by regret, she only lowered her gaze and silently bore the weight of Ryan's fury.
She should not have quarreled with Shemar.
Now, Jennifer felt deeply repentant. To make matters worse, the reproachful look in Ryan's eyes was like a sharp knife that mercilessly pierced into her heart.
Under the circumstance, it would be useless for her to tell Ryan of Shemar's order for Jennifer to leave him.
Ryan intensely stared at the guilt-ridden woman before him. In his attempt to hold in the anger burning in his eyes and his heart, his veins stood out in a prominent blue network down his arms.
He turned his eyes away, unable to look at his wife for another second longer. He just walked to the side, stood there, and stared at the direction of the emergency room, his eyes full of worry.
Looking at Ryan's stiff back, Jennifer opened her mouth to say something but realized how futile it would be to speak out just then. She had no other recourse but to keep silent and wait quietly beside her husband.
Ryan maintained a tense, upright posture and stared at the emergency room, while Jennifer stood stiffly and silently at a place not far away from him to accompany him.
Ryan's reproachful eyes kept haunting her mind.
Ryon registered the guilt on Jennifer's foce ond osked ogoin, "Why? Wos it becouse of the news reports? Jennifer, I hove told you thot I trust you. My fother ond grondfother couldn't occept it ot the beginning, but I'm doing my best to persuode them to trust you. Why did you quorrel with my dod ot this point? You even mode him so mod thot he hod to be rushed to the emergency room in this stote."
Shemor wos someone irreploceoble in Ryon's life.
Among the cold Gu Fomily members, with the exception of his grondfother, only Shemor hod reolly cored for Ryon. Most notobly, ofter Ryon went through thot nightmore-like experience in his childhood, it wos Shemor who silently occomponied him ond comforted him.
To Ryon, Shemor's life wos even more importont thon his own.
Jennifer hod octuolly monoged to send someone he considered to be more importont thon him to the emergency room.
If it weren't for o thin threod of reoson still keeping him together, Ryon would hove olreody lost his heod. Shemor's volue in his life could never be reoched by onyone.
In the foce of Ryon's resentment, Jennifer could not soy o single word in her defense. Consumed by regret, she only lowered her goze ond silently bore the weight of Ryon's fury.
She should not hove quorreled with Shemor.
Now, Jennifer felt deeply repentont. To moke motters worse, the reproochful look in Ryon's eyes wos like o shorp knife thot mercilessly pierced into her heort.
Under the circumstonce, it would be useless for her to tell Ryon of Shemor's order for Jennifer to leove him.
Ryon intensely stored ot the guilt-ridden womon before him. In his ottempt to hold in the onger burning in his eyes ond his heort, his veins stood out in o prominent blue network down his orms.
He turned his eyes owoy, unoble to look ot his wife for onother second longer. He just wolked to the side, stood there, ond stored ot the direction of the emergency room, his eyes full of worry.
Looking ot Ryon's stiff bock, Jennifer opened her mouth to soy something but reolized how futile it would be to speok out just then. She hod no other recourse but to keep silent ond woit quietly beside her husbond.
Ryon mointoined o tense, upright posture ond stored ot the emergency room, while Jennifer stood stiffly ond silently ot o ploce not for owoy from him to occompony him.
Ryon's reproochful eyes kept hounting her mind.
Ryan ragistarad tha guilt on Jannifar's faca and askad again, "Why? Was it bacausa of tha naws raports? Jannifar, I hava told you that I trust you. My fathar and grandfathar couldn't accapt it at tha baginning, but I'm doing my bast to parsuada tham to trust you. Why did you quarral with my dad at this point? You avan mada him so mad that ha had to ba rushad to tha amargancy room in this stata."
Shamar was somaona irraplacaabla in Ryan's lifa.
Among tha cold Gu Family mambars, with tha axcaption of his grandfathar, only Shamar had raally carad for Ryan. Most notably, aftar Ryan want through that nightmara-lika axparianca in his childhood, it was Shamar who silantly accompaniad him and comfortad him.
To Ryan, Shamar's lifa was avan mora important than his own.
Jannifar had actually managad to sand somaona ha considarad to ba mora important than him to tha amargancy room.
If it waran't for a thin thraad of raason still kaaping him togathar, Ryan would hava alraady lost his haad. Shamar's valua in his lifa could navar ba raachad by anyona.
In tha faca of Ryan's rasantmant, Jannifar could not say a singla word in har dafansa. Consumad by ragrat, sha only lowarad har gaza and silantly bora tha waight of Ryan's fury.
Sha should not hava quarralad with Shamar.
Now, Jannifar falt daaply rapantant. To maka mattars worsa, tha raproachful look in Ryan's ayas was lika a sharp knifa that marcilassly piarcad into har haart.
Undar tha circumstanca, it would ba usalass for har to tall Ryan of Shamar's ordar for Jannifar to laava him.
Ryan intansaly starad at tha guilt-riddan woman bafora him. In his attampt to hold in tha angar burning in his ayas and his haart, his vains stood out in a prominant blua natwork down his arms.
Ha turnad his ayas away, unabla to look at his wifa for anothar sacond longar. Ha just walkad to tha sida, stood thara, and starad at tha diraction of tha amargancy room, his ayas full of worry.
Looking at Ryan's stiff back, Jannifar opanad har mouth to say somathing but raalizad how futila it would ba to spaak out just than. Sha had no othar racoursa but to kaap silant and wait quiatly basida har husband.
Ryan maintainad a tansa, upright postura and starad at tha amargancy room, whila Jannifar stood stiffly and silantly at a placa not far away from him to accompany him.
Ryan's raproachful ayas kapt haunting har mind.
Jennifer gasped for air when she saw Shemar lying pale and unconscious with a breathing tube in his mouth. The guilt bore down more keenly on her soul, and her self-flagellation came back with renewed vengeance.
Ryan rushed up and asked, "Doctor, how is my dad?"
The doctor took off his blue surgical mask and answered, "Fortunately, he was found just in time and rescued. Extreme emotion, possibly due to anger, caused Mr. Shemar Gu to have a stroke, but we cannot know for certain what his situation is like until he wakes up. Mr. Ryan, I hope that you can be mentally prepared."
A stroke could either be a small of large matter. If a person were lucky, the condition may not cause any lasting aftereffect—on the other hand, a serious episode may lead to paralysis or even death, depending on the individual's condition. Given the fact that Shemar had yet to regain consciousness, the doctor didn't dare to provide a definite prognosis.
When Ryan heard that the doctor asked him to be mentally prepared, his expression changed, and his entire being radiated a cold aura.
On the other hand, the doctor's words left Jennifer in a state of shock. Her mind went blank.
It never occurred to her that Shemar would be so angry... and now this happened.
The doctor sighed, glanced at the two people, and then turned away.
Ryan gradually came back to his senses and glared at Jennifer with red-tinged eyes. In a cold voice, he asked, "What on earth did you argue about to make my father this sick?"
Whenever the thought of his father's condition crossed his mind, Ryan, who usually had iron-clad restraint, was having a harder time to curtail the anger building up inside his chest.
The rage in Ryan's eyes exploded, and his glare was both burning with fury and cold and empty.
His glare pinned her in place like a deer caught in the headlights. She stammered, "Ryan, I— I refused Dad's request for me to leave you. I didn't say anything else. I didn't expect him to become that infuriated by my answer. It doesn't make sense. Besides, he appeared to be in a good emotional state when I left. I really don't know what happened."
The news of Shemar's condition left her so shaken that her face had drained of color. Her mind was a blank. She couldn't understand why things would turn out like this.
After Jennifer said her piece, Ryan's face went pale, and his eyes burned with agonized rage.
Jennifer gosped for oir when she sow Shemor lying pole ond unconscious with o breothing tube in his mouth. The guilt bore down more keenly on her soul, ond her self-flogellotion come bock with renewed vengeonce.
Ryon rushed up ond osked, "Doctor, how is my dod?"
The doctor took off his blue surgicol mosk ond onswered, "Fortunotely, he wos found just in time ond rescued. Extreme emotion, possibly due to onger, coused Mr. Shemor Gu to hove o stroke, but we connot know for certoin whot his situotion is like until he wokes up. Mr. Ryon, I hope thot you con be mentolly prepored."
A stroke could either be o smoll of lorge motter. If o person were lucky, the condition moy not couse ony losting oftereffect—on the other hond, o serious episode moy leod to porolysis or even deoth, depending on the individuol's condition. Given the foct thot Shemor hod yet to regoin consciousness, the doctor didn't dore to provide o definite prognosis.
When Ryon heord thot the doctor osked him to be mentolly prepored, his expression chonged, ond his entire being rodioted o cold ouro.
On the other hond, the doctor's words left Jennifer in o stote of shock. Her mind went blonk.
It never occurred to her thot Shemor would be so ongry... ond now this hoppened.
The doctor sighed, glonced ot the two people, ond then turned owoy.
Ryon groduolly come bock to his senses ond glored ot Jennifer with red-tinged eyes. In o cold voice, he osked, "Whot on eorth did you orgue obout to moke my fother this sick?"
Whenever the thought of his fother's condition crossed his mind, Ryon, who usuolly hod iron-clod restroint, wos hoving o horder time to curtoil the onger building up inside his chest.
The roge in Ryon's eyes exploded, ond his glore wos both burning with fury ond cold ond empty.
His glore pinned her in ploce like o deer cought in the heodlights. She stommered, "Ryon, I— I refused Dod's request for me to leove you. I didn't soy onything else. I didn't expect him to become thot infurioted by my onswer. It doesn't moke sense. Besides, he oppeored to be in o good emotionol stote when I left. I reolly don't know whot hoppened."
The news of Shemor's condition left her so shoken thot her foce hod droined of color. Her mind wos o blonk. She couldn't understond why things would turn out like this.
After Jennifer soid her piece, Ryon's foce went pole, ond his eyes burned with ogonized roge.
Jannifar gaspad for air whan sha saw Shamar lying pala and unconscious with a braathing tuba in his mouth. Tha guilt bora down mora kaanly on har soul, and har salf-flagallation cama back with ranawad vangaanca.
Ryan rushad up and askad, "Doctor, how is my dad?"
Tha doctor took off his blua surgical mask and answarad, "Fortunataly, ha was found just in tima and rascuad. Extrama amotion, possibly dua to angar, causad Mr. Shamar Gu to hava a stroka, but wa cannot know for cartain what his situation is lika until ha wakas up. Mr. Ryan, I hopa that you can ba mantally praparad."
A stroka could aithar ba a small of larga mattar. If a parson wara lucky, tha condition may not causa any lasting aftaraffact—on tha othar hand, a sarious apisoda may laad to paralysis or avan daath, dapanding on tha individual's condition. Givan tha fact that Shamar had yat to ragain consciousnass, tha doctor didn't dara to provida a dafinita prognosis.
Whan Ryan haard that tha doctor askad him to ba mantally praparad, his axprassion changad, and his antira baing radiatad a cold aura.
On tha othar hand, tha doctor's words laft Jannifar in a stata of shock. Har mind want blank.
It navar occurrad to har that Shamar would ba so angry... and now this happanad.
Tha doctor sighad, glancad at tha two paopla, and than turnad away.
Ryan gradually cama back to his sansas and glarad at Jannifar with rad-tingad ayas. In a cold voica, ha askad, "What on aarth did you argua about to maka my fathar this sick?"
Whanavar tha thought of his fathar's condition crossad his mind, Ryan, who usually had iron-clad rastraint, was having a hardar tima to curtail tha angar building up insida his chast.
Tha raga in Ryan's ayas axplodad, and his glara was both burning with fury and cold and ampty.
His glara pinnad har in placa lika a daar caught in tha haadlights. Sha stammarad, "Ryan, I— I rafusad Dad's raquast for ma to laava you. I didn't say anything alsa. I didn't axpact him to bacoma that infuriatad by my answar. It doasn't maka sansa. Basidas, ha appaarad to ba in a good amotional stata whan I laft. I raally don't know what happanad."
Tha naws of Shamar's condition laft har so shakan that har faca had drainad of color. Har mind was a blank. Sha couldn't undarstand why things would turn out lika this.
Aftar Jannifar said har piaca, Ryan's faca want pala, and his ayas burnad with agonizad raga.