The Prisoner's Wife Mr. Arogan
Chapter 97's

"Marcel, where have you been? I'm worried about you." A woman hugged her boyfriend who had just arrived. His face looked so anxious that he still did not realize that the clothes of the man now in his arms were full of bloodstains.

"I helped someone."

Marcel is now in front of Sarah. In fact, the shadow of a tiny baby who had just been born into the world seemed to take over his mind. I don't know why, I want him to come back and take care of them.

Noticing the smell of dried blood, Sarah let go of her embrace. "You're okay, right? Is anyone hurt? Why is your body full of blood?"

"It's okay? There was a pregnant mother who was injured, I had to deliver her first. Come home! I still have a lot of business after this."

"alright. Come on."

The two then left the park and drove to their residence, while Catherine, who heard bad news, came to the hospital.

"You're sober" asked Catherine after a night of guarding Laura.

If it was just giving birth, perhaps Laura would not be as limp as she was now and could wake up faster. However, his injured condition made the medical team increase the dose of anesthesia so that the patient did not feel pain and could rest. Even after realizing he will still feel it.

"Cathy, where's my son?" The first thing a mother questions, of course her child. Although the stomach is still not completely shrink, but he can feel if the baby is not in the womb. "He's okay, isn't he?"

"Calm down! You can't move too much. Your son's fine. Later will certainly also be brought here," said Catherine calming. "There's my mom keeping him in the perinatology room."

"Pu–putra?" As if he could not believe what he had just heard. Laura made sure that her hearing wasn't wrong. Vaguely a glimpse of the shadow of the person who helped him back flashed in his mind. "Wait, do you know who brought me here?"

Catherine recalled, the name of a man was listed when she asked the nurse earlier. "Marcel?"

"Marcels? Find out who that guy is! And for my Aunt—"

"I've already cleaned it up. You don't have to worry. We still give him a chance but instead dare to harm you."

"So, I asked the doctor."

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A few days passed, a man stared at himself in the mirror. She returns to the highest point of a star-rated hotel after driving her lover home. The man's hand moved tying the tie to his neck. Right after everything was ready, the bell outside her room rang.

He then grabbed the suit complementing his appearance and stepped out. "Sarah, why are you here?"

"I want to go with you. Don't you want to meet the man you saved earlier, honey? Let me come along. I want to see that little baby too." Without permission, Sarah immediately wrapped her hands in Marcel's arms.

The man only gave a small nod, then both of them stepped towards the parking lot. Marcel did want to visit the woman he saved earlier and make sure that she, too, was doing well.

I don't know why the shadow of the two always perch in Marcel's mind. He tried to relax, but his heart was constantly worrying about their condition. Maybe after visiting the two, Marcel's heart will also calm down later.

"It would be nice if we were to get married and have a child like that woman. It's just, why is he hurt, honey?" sarah asked curiously.

"Either. Maybe he was having a crime," answered Marcel while focusing on driving, while Sarah beside him continued to chatter about his future family.

The two entered the hospital area. They ask first and make sure that the figure sought is still being treated at the hospital. Luckily, Laura and the baby are still there.

With a basket of fruit on hand and a cold face, but the heart is beating fast. Marcel stepped into the room, and Sarah kept flanking his hands. The man knocked on the door and opened it after getting an inside answer.

"Excuse me—" Marcel had not yet spoken his intention of coming, a red apple rolling right in front of him just like that from the hand of a woman sitting on a chair.

The two women in the room looked up at the scene in front of her, while Sarah, who had an unusual expression, tightly wrapped her arms.

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