Chapter 1418 - 1417: Resuscitation Failed

Chapter 1418: Chapter 1417: Resuscitation Failed

Yancy Hastings frowned deeply, expressing the desire to see the deceased one last time.

The doctor agreed.

The emergency room was filled with the stench of blood, and Yancy Hastings walked inside to look at Charles Northwood on the operating table.

He had been processed so that he no longer looked so terrifying.

Such a young man, no one expected his end would be like this.

Yancy Hastings saluted, turned, and left.

After receiving Yancy Hastings’ call, Maxwell Peary immediately rushed to the hospital.

Upon entering the hospital, he saw Nia Mitchell sitting alone on the hospital bench, looking so heartbroken.

"Nia."

Maxwell Peary immediately ran over, hugging her tightly.

"Sob, sob, sob..."

Hearing Maxwell Peary’s voice, feeling Maxwell Peary’s warmth, Nia Mitchell couldn’t hold back her tears anymore.

"It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay..."

Maxwell Peary reached out to pat her back, trying to comfort her, yet he couldn’t find the words.

This kind of pain, Maxwell Peary understood.

Back then, when he thought Yancy Hastings had died, he was depressed and stifled for a very long time.

This kind of pain, how could he bear to let Nia Mitchell experience it too?

Wishing he could replace her, wishing Charles Northwood was just a passerby.

"He also said he would help me find my mom..."

Nia Mitchell clung tightly to the CEO, her tears falling continuously.

Everything from before surfaced before her eyes, simple things now became tear triggers.

"Don’t think too much about it. It’s already happened."

It might take a long time for her to process this matter.

He kept comforting her, hoping she wouldn’t be too sad.

Meanwhile, Yancy Hastings carried Fiona Sutton home and placed her on the big bed.

"Think about the child in your womb, your body is already weak, and you shouldn’t be so emotional, you know?"

Yancy Hastings spoke patiently, turned to the washroom, wet a towel, and returned to wipe her face.

Fiona Sutton lay there quietly, motionless.

"Sleep a bit. Once you wake up, everything will be okay."

Listening to Yancy Hastings’ words, Fiona Sutton slowly closed her eyes.

......

Hospital—

When Tara Jameson woke up, it had been several hours.

Charles Northwood’s body had been placed in the morgue.

The hospital contacted his family via his phone, and soon, the Northwood Family head arrived.

"Once the paperwork is done, the patient’s body can be taken away."

The director said, handing them a note.

"Alright, thank you to the hospital. By the way, what about the reckless driver?"

Given it was a car accident, why hadn’t the other party been seen?

"The reckless driver is currently at the police station and reportedly doesn’t have much money at home."

Compensations would have to be negotiated between the two families themselves.

If unable to agree, they could go to court.

The doctor shared what he knew and then left.

The Northwood Family head sighed, handed the note to his subordinate beside him.

"Go handle this paperwork, and then take his body out, although..."

He paused.

"Although he never did anything for our family, he’s still my son."

After speaking, the Northwood Family head left.

It was then that Tara Jameson learned the Northwood Family was there to take the body.