Chapter 1772

In the corridor outside the emergency room, Sherry squatted down with her blood-stained hands over her head.

It had been two hours, yet the door remained closed and the sign remained lit.

Sherry saw several medical staff running in and out of the emergency room, but there were no signs of the surgery being over. She had been squatting down for so long that she could not feel her legs anymore. Her body felt cold and stiff.

For some reason, her mind kept replaying some old memories while she waited for the surgery to be over.

When they were together ten years ago, he had been the Stocktons’ eldest son, a handsome young man with a bright future. He was the ideal husband of many socialites and young ladies in Glenchester, but he had fallen for her out of all the other women.

At the start of their relationship, her then-fiance, Mason, was taken away by Shannon, hence she cut all ties with her family, the Fowlers. She relied on her own hands to make a living.

He knew she was a wo