Chapter 106 It's Not Your Fault

Poppi got off the car with Malcolm and walked all the way to the hospital, where nurses in nurse uniform were walking back and forth. Sean led the two of them forward. After turning a corner, he looked at the doctor standing not far away and said, "doctor Johnson, the attending doctor of Miss. Celine."

The doctor was a tall man with blond hair and blue eyes. He had a few grey hair on his head, but he looked good. As soon as he saw Malcolm and Poppi, he greeted them, "Oh! Mr .Malcolm… Malcolm… Nice to see you again! How are you recently?"

"I'm great." After a few greetings, Malcolm pointed at Poppi and said, "she is my wife."

Wife? Hearing this, Poppi's face turned red. It was the first time that she had been officially introduced as "wife" by Malcolm. She felt flattered and secretly held his hand tightly.

The doctor was slightly surprised. He praised her and simply greeted her. Then he led them to the other end of the ward, introducing the recent condition of Celine.

"Miss. Celine's cerebral activities were frequent. Perhaps she would wake up in a short period of time. If she could wake up, it would be an incomparable miracle! " Johnson said excitedly. Hearing that, Poppi could not restrain her excitement too.

"OK! Here we are. " When Johnson led them to the door of the ward, he stopped and said, "you two, please have a good time with the patient. If you need anything, just call me. I am more than happy to help you."

Malcolm expressed his thanks. After watching Johnson leave, he said to Poppi, "let's go inside."

"Yes." Poppi took a deep breath, nodded her head and pushed the door in.

Beep …

The faint sound of machine could be heard clearly in the quiet surroundings. It was sunny in the ward. There was no strong smell of disinfectant and faint fragrance of flowers.

Poppi walked two steps forward and saw the person lying on the bed, covered with white quilt and breathing less. His eyebrows, eyes, lips, face … Just as it was four years ago.

"Celine, Celine..." Poppi sobbed, her lips trembling, unable to speak anymore. She stumbled to the bedside, her eyes slamming into the hands of Celine. Poppi held her hand and trembled all over her body. "Celine, I … I come to see you. Sorry, I'm so sorry... "

Standing not far away, Malcolm's heart trembled slightly seeing her crying. He turned around and looked at the patient on the bed, feeling more guilty.

Poppi kept crying and murmured "sorry" all the time. She touched the face of the fall with her trembling hand carefully yet full of heartache. Her younger sister had been lying here for four years, but she had never come to see her … Although Celine often came into her mind, she still couldn't get what he wanted. After all, she wasn't a good sister!

Malcolm touched Poppi's hair and said, "I'll go

Poppi frowned and asked.

Malcolm frowned, "then do you know why I don't like your father?"

"I don't know." However, he is not a good father who addicts to gambling and also … And he was a lecher. I didn't seem to like him very much before. "

"He gambled on your shares. The losing is the reason why he came to collect his debt." Then he said, "it's not your fault."

"Is that so?" Hearing this, Poppi felt unbelievable, "is this the truth? Is he a man who is obsessed with gambling debt? " As time passed, she didn't want to look into it anymore. She just wanted to relieve herself.

Malcolm nodded, but asked with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "do you know the man called Andrew Qiu?"

"My father's brother, uncle Andrew, what's wrong?" Poppi was confused.

Malcolm said angrily, "your father didn't transfer your shares to you, but from your uncle Andrew. He has no child, so he transferred the shares to you after he passed away."

"What? !" Poppi stood up unbelievably and asked, "my uncle? I don't know! Father gave me the share, didn't he? How did it happen? "

Malcolm shook his head. "I asked people to investigate it when I decided to marry you." Although he was confused at that time, it had nothing to do with him anyway. So he didn't tell Poppi about it. But now it was different. It would at least make Poppi feel less guilty.

All of a sudden, Poppi covered her face with her hands and said with an anguished expression, "it turns out that … No wonder my father has spent so much money. He didn't say anything! "

"So, it's not your fault." Malcolm kissed on the forehead of Poppi and said, "it's not your fault that your father had an accident with your sister; it's lucky that you didn't be hit by a car; it's not your fault either; it's not your fault that I fell in love with you first, but … Don't put pressure on yourself. I'm by your side. "