Snare of Love novel Chapter 352

They couldn't get inside the Intensive Care Unit and could only look through the glass window. Theresa was still unconscious, and her face was wrapped tight, leaving only her eyes.

A piece of hospital equipment was beeping beside her.

Armand leaned on the glass mirror miserably. He remained silent, and Dolores could see his constant twitching shoulders.

"I was very surprised. We have just met each other not long ago. She said she wanted to leave for good, find a quiet place and give birth to her child... Who knew something like this would happen?" Dolores spoke softly.

Armand pressed his hands against the glass window, then clenched into fists. He sobbed, "It's all my fault..."

"What's the point now that you know it's your fault?" Dolores knew that she shouldn't stimulate him, but she thought it would be better if she made it clear for him.

"If you remain like this, even if Theresa forgives you, I will not allow it. You need to think about what your mistakes are." Dolores went out after she finished her sentence. She wouldn't feel good if she continued to stay here.

The face was a mark of a person. Even if Theresa could go for plastic surgery, it wouldn't be her original face anymore.

She used to be a person with a sunny disposition, happy and healthy. But since she got along with Armand, she was never happy anymore.

And now, she was even wounded to this extent.

Dolores felt sorry for Theresa.

Matthew came over and helped her remove the messy hair in front of her forehead, and hooked them behind her ears. "Come, Let's go back."

Dolores nodded. Now that Theresa was still unconscious, even if she stayed here, she wouldn't be able to do anything.

Before she left, Dolores went to Theresa's main doctor and asked, "When will she wake up?"

Dolores wanted to come before Theresa woke up. If she couldn't accept her situation, Dolores hoped that she could be there so that she could console her.

"She should wake up after twelve hours." The doctor said.

Dolores thought to herself, after twelve hours, it should about 5 a.m. tomorrow morning. She thanked the doctor and left his office.

She went back home with Matthew. She skipped dinner and shut herself in the room. After a while, Matthew came in with a cup of pure milk.

She lay in bed in her sweater. Matthew came in and sat by the bed. In fact, he didn't like it when she got worried because of other people's matter.

“Are you asleep?”

Dolores was not asleep, but she didn't feel like talking. She already heard it earlier when Matthew pushed the door and came in.

"I know you are awake. Get up and drink this cup of hot milk."

Dolores got up and looked at him.

She couldn't tell how she was feeling, it was all a mess.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Am I good-looking?"

Dolores carefully stared at him. Yes, he was handsome. His skin was fair, and his facial features were distinguished. His deep eyes and his occasional gentle smile could easily drown people.

But when he showed his stern and cold face, it was totally another story.

Dolores's depressed mood was slightly soothed. She sat up, and Matthew passed the milk to her.

She took a sip, and said, "Armand... has he been like this?"

Was he indecisive when it's related to his feelings?

Matthew thought for a while, then said, "No."

Actually, Armand was a man who was clear about what he wanted. It's just that he was affected by Phoebe.

Before this, he was hurt by Phoebe when she left. And when she suddenly appeared again, his heart was confused again.