Chapter 792: It Will Be Over Soon

Summer Shawcross glanced at the broken bathtub fragments, her face changed slightly. The next second, she bit her teeth tightly, laboriously extended her hand, grasped a sharp piece, and then... held it tightly in her hand.

Pain pricked her palm again and again, finally bringing her consciousness gradually back.

Summer Shawcross bit her lip, enduring the pain in her body while tightly clutching the shard, her body curled up on the carpet.

After who knows how long, the bedroom door was abruptly pushed open from the outside.

Summer Shawcross heard the sound and wanted to turn back to look, but her body no longer obeyed her, twitching in pain.

Noah Drexler, wearing only a white shirt and trousers, hurried in from the outside, raising his sleeve as he walked.

Behind him, Sean Morgan entered hastily with the doctor.

Upon entering, the doctor immediately opened his mobile medical kit, starting to take out tools.

Noah Drexler strode to the sofa and looked at Summer Shawcross curled up on the ground, his handsome face suddenly tensed.

He knelt down, instinctively wanting to gather her into his arms, but when he glanced down, he found her body trembling violently, with blood continuously oozing from the back and palm of her hand.

Seeing this, Noah Drexler’s expression grew even darker, his heart suddenly ached.

The next second, he couldn’t bear it anymore, stretched out his arms and gathered her tightly into his embrace.

"It will be fine soon!" He pressed his thin lips, consoling her in a deep voice, although his face had also whitened slightly.

Noah Drexler raised his hand, trying to pry open the already bloodied fist that Summer Shawcross was clutching tightly, but she held on firmly, refusing to loosen her grip.

Noah Drexler’s eyes darkened!

"Isn’t it ready yet?!" He glanced anxiously at the doctor, unable to resist urging him.

"Ready!" The doctor promptly took the blood-drawing tool and walked over to Noah Drexler.

Seeing the doctor come over, Noah Drexler lifted his arm expressionlessly, allowing him to draw blood.

After a short while, the blood was drawn, and the doctor turned around to continue handling the medication.

Noah Drexler sat on the carpet, holding Summer Shawcross tightly, and bowing his head, kissed her hair gently.

"Hold on a little longer, it’ll be alright soon." His eyes were full of frosty intent!

The inside was filled with intense pain and remorse!

This time it was his mistake, knowing that she was nearing a relapse period, yet he still went out, not staying by her side!

If he had been by her side, she wouldn’t have suffered so much and ended up in this state.

Thinking of this, Noah Drexler’s gaze darkened again and his tightly pressed lips tinged white.

Soon, the doctor approached with the syringe, stood by Noah Drexler’s side, and looked down at Summer Shawcross in his arms whose face was pale and covered in sweat, then politely spoke.

"Mr. Drexler, please lift Mrs. Drexler’s arm."

Upon hearing this, Noah Drexler pursed his lips, then raised his hand to lift Summer Shawcross’s extremely rigid arm, and helped her roll up the sleeve of her knitted sweater.

After disinfecting her with alcohol, the doctor pierced the needle into her skin.

The prickling pain from her arm shocked Summer Shawcross, whose consciousness was hazy, and suddenly brought her back to her senses.

She abruptly turned her head, looked at the syringe in her hand, her expression changed slightly.