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"Buy the ticket to LA for this evening," said Dylan with determination.

Surprised, Erik hesitated, "Mr. Sterling, don\'t you stay here with Miss Rowe? She cannot be left alone here like that."

"Call Lionel. I\'ll explain to him and account for what Charlotte had done in my house." He felt guilty for Charlotte, but the most important thing now was to return to LA.

As the case was urgent, he left Savannah and went to another city, and spent two days outside. He could imagine how sad and unhappy the little woman was when he didn\'t show up on their wedding day.

Erik understood that Mr. Sterling still cared about his bride in LA. He could not help but say, "but Miss Rowe\'s not completely recovered..."

Dylan frowned and was about to say something when there was a noise in the ward. With a bang, someone fell to the ground, and then the instrument alarm sounded.

Erik hurriedly pushed the door in. Charlotte fell off the bed, and the oxygen tube was broken away from her nose. Blooding was oozing from her mouth.

"Dylan…" She was awake, murmuring with a weak and sad smile on the corners of her mouth.

"Call the doctor," Dylan told Erik, then he crouched down and picked her up to the hospital bed. As she lay dying in his arms, she whispered weakly, "Dylan, please, don\'t tell anyone about it. I don\'t want people to laugh at me... Don\'t tell my brother or my parents... They love me so much, and I don\'t want them to worry about me... My grandma\'s too old to stand the blow..."

"It\'s not a small thing," Dylan said drily, "you needn\'t conceal it from your family." He would not let the outside person know about Charlotte\'s suicide event, but she was the daughter of the Rowe family, and he should inform them.

Charlotte\'s pale face became even whiter. She grabbed the collar of the man with all her strength and said plaintively, "Dylan... I beg you... That\'s all I ask..."

Finally, Dylan did not say anything. She was the one who had saved his life and almost lost her own life because of him this time. He had no reason to refuse this request.

Charlotte seemed to be exhausted and fell into a coma in his arms again, but she was still murmuring unconsciously, "Dylan... Don\'t go, don\'t leave me alone, please..."

Just then, Erik rushed in with a doctor and nurses. The doctor examined Charlotte and set up the medical equipment. When Charlotte\'s vital signs were stable, the doctor came out of the ward with Dylan.

"How\'s Miss Rowe?" Dylan frowned.

"There\'s still some harmful residue in Miss Rowe\'s stomach. We\'ll pump her stomach several times to completely clear the intragastric residue in the following days. What\'s more, she had just attempted suicide, and she\'s not emotionally stable now. I suggest you give her close observation and care in the recent period, in case she might lose the desire to live and hurt herself again," said the doctor bluntly.

"When will the intragastric residue be completely cleared?" Dylan asked.

"It\'ll take about seven days," the doctor adjusted his glasses and said, "it depends on the patient\'s physical condition."

After the doctor and the nurses left, Erik stepped in front and heaved a sigh, "Mr. Sterling, in any case, Miss Rowe\'s so seriously ill because of you. It\'s hard to explain to the Rowe family if we don\'t take care of her now."

Dylan was silent for a long time. Then he said quietly, "I\'ll stay."

* * *

The Sterling\'s house, LA

"What does Dylan mean? Hasn\'t he come back? Does he still want to get married? What the hell is he doing with Charlotte in Chicago?" cried old Sterling, sharply and very angrily.

He slammed his fork on the table, and all the servants on the spot lowered their heads and caught their breath. At dinner, old Sterling asked Cooper to call Dylan and urge him to go back immediately. But Dylan refused.

Cooper said helplessly, "the young master said that he would be delayed for a few days. I asked the servants there, but they said that Mr. Sterling didn\'t stay in his house these days, and they did not know where he went. I guess the young master has ordered them not to reveal his whereabouts."

Old Sterling hummed. The Sterling\'s house in Chicago was actually the ancestral property of Dylan\'s mother. The servants there had always listened to Dylan and regarded Dylan as the real master. They had fully obeyed everything Dylan commanded them.

After a minute, the worry showed on old Sterling\'s face. "How is Savannah?" he asked.

Now the wedding was postponed. He could pressure the media and the guests and asked them not to make it public, but he had no idea how to comfort the bride. According to Sophie, Savannah already knew about Dylan\'s trip to Chicago to meet Charlotte.

"Sophie said Miss Schultz did not cry or ask more..." Cooper said.

Old Sterling gave a deep sigh. It would be better if Savannah came back, cried, and blamed him. Though she looked calm, she harbored all the grievances and distress herself, and it was not good for her body.

How could it be okay for a woman when her husband went to see another woman on their wedding day?

"Call Savannah again. If she doesn\'t want to come back, I\'ll pick her up myself." He was still worried about her and the baby in her. He feared that the tragedy of Valerie would happen to Savannah.

Cooper, however, shook his head, "Sir, Miss Schultz was supposed to be taken to the wedding ceremony from her parent\'s house in Green Bay. If she\'s sent back here before the ceremony, people will have some bad guesses. I\'m afraid Miss Schultz will be looked down upon at that time. Besides, Miss Schultz said she would like to wait for the young master to come back and finish their wedding. I think it\'s better to follow her own will."

Old Sterling listened and sighed, "all right. Tell Sophie to take care of Savannah. Call Dr. Joe if she feels sick."

* * *

Green Bay

Savannah went quietly upstairs after dinner.

Garcia looked worriedly at the plates on the table. Savannah again took only a few bites. She followed Savannah up the stairs and stopped at the door, "Savannah? Do you need my accompanying?"

"No, thank you, Garcia. Don\'t worry about me. I\'m just a little tired. Let me be" Savannah held her six-month belly and smiled weakly. Then she wanted to close the door.

"Savannah!" Garcia tried to say something to comfort her, "Maybe Mr. Sterling\'s delayed, not all because of Miss Rowe..."