Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 1367

Dolly didn't see Brayden, but as soon as she heard that the man next to her had promised himself a trip to the hospital, all that was left was happiness.

"Go, go, go!" With that, she dragged Stanley straight into the car.

Looking at the cold stare not far away, Stanley smiled slightly, with a playful look in his eyes.

Brayden, how is it? See everything, right? This is your wife Dolly, and she's with me now!

"Mr. Kirkland, let's go!" The assistant next to him warned in a low voice.

"Go!" Brayden turned around and walked straight into the airfield.

But Stanley, who was in the car, was not happy.

He didn't want to see the woman lying on the hospital bed, he hated that woman.

"Stop the car!" Suddenly, he shouted.

Dolly froze and looked at the man next to her with a curious face, waiting for his explanation.

What was he getting mad about again? Didn't he just say it was fine? How come he's backtracking now?

"I want to go home." Stanley said slowly.

He is crazy! As a man, how can he fail to keep his word?

"Stanley, don't make a scene, okay? We'll be at the hospital soon." Dolly immediately comforted.

"I'm not making a scene, Dolly, I know what I'm doing, I don't want to go to the hospital, and you don't have to work on me." With that, the man got right out of the car and left straight away.

"Hey, Stanley! What the hell do you want! No matter what, she is your mother, if not for her, where would you be now! You should be grateful to her!" Behind her back, the woman shouted.

Yes, he should indeed be grateful to that woman for not listening to him for so many years, for leaving him to his grandparents since he was a child, and suffering the ridicule of the surrounding children that he was a child without a father and a mother.

Stanley looked up at the sky and smiled coldly, full of self-deprecation.

I can't imagine that I would have such an odd life.

"Stanley, go and see, or you'll regret it." The woman gently tugged at the corner of his shirt.

"I'm not going." Stanley replied loudly, leaving.

Why was he so stubborn? What's more important than family love? What kind of deep hatred did their mother and son have that would provoke this man to not care about his biological mother at all?

"Hey, Miss, are you going to the hospital or not?" Not far away, the driver yelled.

"Go!" She immediately ran over.

In the ward, Mrs. Davidson was lying in bed, on a drip, her face haggard, and Aston and Priya were sitting next to her, their eyes fixed on the bed for fear of missing something.

"How's that? Are you home yet?" Aston grabbed Dolly's arm and asked nervously.

He and Stanley grew up together, and naturally knew the man's character. So did not see Stanley, is also in their own expectations. Only he thought that Dolly could change that man, but did not expect ......

"Well, go home." Dolly replied in a low voice.

"Stanley, my son, mommy is sorry ......," the woman in the hospital bed murmured, seemingly in a dream.

"How's Auntie? Are you feeling better?"

"Well, just got out of surgery. Uncle wanted her to meet Stanley before the surgery, but he didn't come back." Aston lowered his head and answered.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for disturbing you!" Dolly apologized as she bowed to them.

Hearing some words from outside, Stanley immediately stood up and slowly walked towards the door.

"Come on in!"

Dolly looked at him fiercely, gritting her teeth.

She really wanted to go over and beat him up, he didn't even want his own mother!

"Come to do what? If you're trying to convince me to go to the hospital, then save your breath." Stanley said in a direct chat.

That's pretty dashing! Look around, what's all that? Snacks, fruit, beer, wine ...... messy everything!

"Hey, these two days, this is how you live ah?" She asked.

Yeah, he had a great time, eating whatever he wanted and doing whatever he wanted. stanley skimmed her and didn't say anything.

"Don't worry, I just came to see you." She continued.

I don't think so, Stanley sneered.

This was the first time he had been so cold to this woman because of his mother. But there was really no way he could forgive his mother for everything she had ever done to him. After all these years, he hadn't felt a mother's love, and he hadn't called that woman a mother.

"What do you want to eat? I'll cook." With that, Dolly dove into the kitchen.

He could travel with her, he could get hurt for her, and she was willing to take care of him when he needed company the most, for no other reason than out of a friendship.

"I want to eat ribs, and fried clams!"