Chapter 617: I Don&##x27;t Blame You Anymore

Frances instantly calls the ambulance.

Sabina looks at me with a smile on her face.

After making the call, Frances runs over and hugs Sabina tightly. "Mom, what are you doing here? Why
did you grab Serena's gun? Don't you know that it's very dangerous?" He blames.

Sabina shakes her head and doesn't explain anything. Then she turns to gaze at me.

I feel as if she has something to say to me. I hurriedly walk over and hold her hand tightly.

Sabina grabs my hand with a pained expression due to the gunshot wound.

She trembles uncontrollably as she says with difficulty, "Jane, actually ... actually, I don't blame you
anymore. After all, it's ... the matter of the previous generation.... It has nothing to do with you. You are
a good girl. You are kind to me, to Frances, to old Mr. Louis, and even to those strangers. A simple and
beautiful girl like you is destined to be loved. It's Frances’ fortune to marry you, and it is also ... our
family's fortune. I know I'm ... stubborn, but I hope ... that you don't blame me. Please ... treat Frances
well."

"Mom, it's enough."

"Mom, you are always my mother in my mind. You let me feel warm during the time I lost my mother's
love. I really want to get along with you. And now, we still have a chance. You will be fine, and I will
treat you well." I cry as I hold her hand.

I'm really scared to find Sabina's breathing getting fainter and fainter.

I'm concerned about both Sabina and Frances.



I don't know if he can bear it if he loses Sabina after losing his grandfather.

Sabina looks at me with a relaxed smile.

"It doesn't matter. Thinking of meeting Fer ... Fernando, I'm ... very happy. I miss him ... so much."

Sabina slowly closes her eyes.

I gently shake her and shout, "Mom! Mom, don't sleep! Don't sleep!"

Frances’ expression has always been very complicated, and he can't help but tremble.

I know that he's scared of losing such an important family member.

The sound of the ambulance is very close. A minute later, the ambulance arrives. Frances carries
Schuman into the ambulance and we drive to the hospital.

Sabina is injured in the lungs, which is why it's so difficult for her to speak.

After Sabina enters the emergency room, Frances and I stay outside and wait anxiously.

I can't even remember how many times I've been to the hospital in the past two years.

Every time I go to the hospital, nothing good will happen.

Every time, I encounter loss.

The operation has been lasting for three hours. Frances’ expression has been solemn.

It's not until the operating room door opens that he stands up and walks towards the doctor.

But for a long time, he can't say a word.



Now I truly feel his nervousness.

I'm also nervous.

I look at the doctor and ask anxiously, "Doctor, how is the patient?"


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