However, Be’s mind was elsewhere. She wished she could be there with Justin.


    Asher let out a sigh. He undid his top button, reached inside his cor, and removed the silver cross he


    had worn for years.


    “Give this to Justin when he wakes up.”


    Asher put the ne in the palm of Be’s hand and shut her fingers.


    “Ash, this is…” Her eyes widened in shock.


    “The ne isn’t worth much, but it means a lot to me. I have worn it for more than a decade, and it


    has saved me from countless dangers and troubles.”


    Asher smiled wryly, his eyes burning intensely. “I can’t do much for


    Justin. It’s Justin’s fight now. I can only pray for him. I hope you don’tugh at my attempt to reach out


    to God, Be.”


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    Be sniffled and burst into tears again. She broke down and cried in Asher’s arms.


    “Thank you… Ash… Thank you…”


    “If you thank me one more time, I’ll be mad at you, silly girl.” Asher pouted dotingly.


    With her emotions getting the best of her, Be wailed louder.


    “Be, when Justin wakes up, be good to him. At least, don’t make things difficult for him or be mad at


    him.”


    Asher shuffled her hair tenderly and expressed, “He would do anything for you. I doubt I can do what


    he did for you.”


    Be’s mind wandered back to when Justin shielded her from the arrow.


    “Be, don’t cry…”


    She closed her eyes as tears stained her face.


    The Thompsons arrived at the hospital and drove into the basement parking lot.


    Ryan was there, waiting for them.


    Be got out of the car and sprinted to Ryan desperately. “How is Justin now?”


    Ryan replied, “He’s in surgery. You know the surgeon.”


    “I know the surgeon? Is it Arnold?” Be was quick to put the piece together.


    She looked back at Asher.


    Asher met her gaze calmly, even though something stirred within him.


    “Yeah. The surgery has been going on for three hours now.”


    Worried sick, Ryan said, “I heard Dr. Larson is a rtive of M. Can we trust him? He acts funny and


    looks unreliable. Maybe you should operate instead, Be. Didn’t you crack Justin’s head open and


    operate on him thest time?”


    Be was lost for words.


    “What do you mean by funny?”


    Drew ced his arm on the car window, a cigarette in hand. He whined, “He’s a carefree man. I have


    to question the Hoffman family’s education.”


    “Well, you get the meaning,” Ryan mumbled under his breath, as Drew was Be’s brother.


    Otherwise, Ryan would have taken a jab back.


    “Dr. Larson is as great of a doctor as Dr. Brown.”


    Asher frowned, his voice chilly. “Coming from a prestigious family like yours, Mr. Hoffman, one might


    expect you to value talent above all else. Don’t you agree?”