Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 902
Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 902
Noticing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Sean turned to look at Lee.
He heard Lee saying solemnly, “All right. Take good care of her.”
“What happened?” Sean asked while taking back the phone.
“On their way back, they encountered a gunfight, and J’s arm was injured after being hit by a car.”
Lee’s voice was low, and his expression was steely as if he was out for blood.
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Sean froze and immediately asked, “What about Young Master Mason?”
Lee pursed his lips and said nothing, then rolled his eyes at him.
After he passed her over to Mason, she had been getting injured more times than he could count!
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That b*stard sure is useless!
After hanging up the phone, Lee didn’t go to the hospital but went to the judges’ lounge instead.
The five judges were all there.
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At Lee’s sudden visit, the few of them were surprised and hurriedly got up to greet him. “Young Master
Sanders, what are you doing here?”
Lee closed the door, then sat on the sofa—his demeanor was unusually calm. “Regarding the second
and third round of thepetition, can it be postponed?”
As soon as he said that, the judges exchanged looks; they looked somewhat at a loss. “Well…”
“Young Master Sanders, is something the matter?”
Lee opened his eyes and told them outright. “The contestant named J Jackson injured her arm and
is still in the hospital, so she can’t make it here and she can’t y the piano.”
The judges’ eyes bulged with surprise upon hearing this. “This… How could this happen? Is she all
right?”
Lee shook his head. “That’s why I wanted to ask if it’s possible to change the time for the next round.”
“Young Master Sanders, the thing is…” The few judges had troubled looks on their faces. “You know
that today’spetition is being broadcasted live worldwide, so even if we agree, what are we
supposed to tell the other contestants? What do we say to the global audience?”
“Okay,” Lee said nkly. “Then, I’ll withdraw from thepetition on behalf of J.”
“This…” The judges looked at each other again, and they appeared even more distressed than before.
Withdraw from thepetition? Sweet Tune has just announced that she’sing, and now J’s
withdrawing. Could it be that she feels guilty? Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence?
One of the judges stood up and asked, “Young Master Sanders, what is your rtionship with Miss
Jackson?”
“I’m her friend.” After Lee answered, he turned and walked out; his departure was followed by a loud
m of the door.
Henry had informed the hospital long before they arrived. By the time they got there, the hospital chief,
the chief surgeon, and a nurse were already waiting outside.
Although Henry’s driving skills weren’t as good as Mason and J’s, the speed at which he drove
today could bepared with those two people.
Fortunately, the wound was bandaged in time, so she didn’t lose a lot of blood.
The hospital chief knew of their status in Sandfort City and the whole of Asia, so he hurriedly ordered,
“Get her to the emergency room.”
The chief surgeon nodded and waved for the nurse to carry her onto a wheelchair.
Mason pursed his lips and stayed silent as he picked J up and went to the emergency room.
J wanted tough and cry. “Can you stop being so anxious? It didn’t hurt before, but I’m definitely
hurting now.”
Mason was expressionless. Looking straight ahead, a trace of self-me shed across his face.
It’s all because I didn’t protect her well. If I had brought more people to Yobril, this wouldn’t have
happened. But, who would attack us in Yobril? Was the culprit targeting me or J?
“I’ll go out first.”