A Contract Marriage With My Boss

Mr. Thomas was terminally ill, and his greatest wish was to see Charles well established professionally and personally, happily married and with a family before he passed away. He had been looking forward to the birth of his first grandchild. Knowing that Sarah was pregnant had given him hope. He had proudly told all his friends and acquaintances about the expected arrival of his grandson, but none of them knew

that Sarah had suffered a miscarriage.

His hopes and dreams had vanished. How could his weak heart suffer so much pain?

When he first heard the news of Sarah's miscarriage, Mr. Thomas fell into a coma, and the doctors had to use every available means to bring him back, but even after he woke up, his mental state was just as worrisome as his physical as he was becoming less and less hopeful with every day that passed.

Sarah felt sorry for Mr. Thomas and was afraid to visit him. Not daring to go into his room, she only looked at him from the door while he was asleep. She was worried that he would be sad when seeing her, which could deteriorate his health even further.

What she didn't know was that Mr. Thomas wanted to see her and questioned why she kept avoiding him all these days. When Charles told Sarah about it, she felt nervous. Looking down to avoid looking into Charles's eyes, she clutched the sheet off her bed tightly with her fists.

"Are you sure he really wants to see me?" She asked after a long silence.

Seeing how distressed Sarah was, Charles held her shoulders to comfort and encourage her. Exhaling a massive sight, he said, "My dad... You know... He has always loved you and knows you, so... "You should go see him. You can't keep away from him forever...

"Besides......I don't know how much longer he will be with us... he is very ill..."

"Stop!" Sarah suddenly interrupted him in a low voice, as if she was unwilling to hear the rest. She knew that Mr. Thomas was terminally ill, but she couldn't bear the thought of it and refused to listen to those words spoken out loud.

Charles remained silent for a while, then continued to encourage her to go see him. "Go and talk to him; he really wants to talk to you."

Sarah thought for a moment before she nodded in agreement, grasping the sheet with all her force out of nervousness.

Not until Charles took her hand to help her get up did she move. As they walked out of their room, the housekeeper came running towards them, yelling. "Something has happened, Mr. Thomas... Mr. Thomas, something is wrong with him!"

Sarah and Charles were shocked and asked in unison. "What's the matter?"

The housekeeper replied anxiously, "I don't know. Just now, he asked me to go upstairs and ask you to bring him to the hospital. Mrs. Thomas and Emma had already taken him to the hospital in a big hurry. Mrs. Thomas told me that you are to catch up with them quickly!"

Sarah looked at Charles. "Charles, what's wrong with your dad? Hurry up! Hurry up! We have to go to the hospital right away!"

Charles nodded and responded to the housekeeper. "Yes, we got it!" Then they went downstairs and ran to the garage into their car and drove off. Charles drove as fast as he could all the way to the hospital without stopping.

While in the car and driving, Charles's phone rang. Since he couldn't answer while driving at high speed, he gave it to Sarah to answer. Sarah picked the phone and looked at the call display, and saw that it was Christina calling. She looked hesitant at Charles and said. "It's... it's your mom!"

Charles understood and said, "Give me the earplugs, and I'll talk to her from there."

Sarah plugged in the earphones and gave them to Charles.

Charles answered the phone, and after the initial "hello," he only responded with a simple "yes" in a very serious tone. Sarah had never seen Charles's face so emotional. She didn't know what they were talking about, but the look on Charles's face made her very worried. Finally, when he hung up the phone, she asked. "Charles, did she tell you anything about dad, how is he?"

"He suffered another heart attack and is in shock. They are at the hospital emergency department. He is being attended by a group of specialists at the moment, but... my mom said he is very critical and that she doesn't know if he's going to make it this time." Charles's tone was solemn and filled with sadness.

Sarah had started crying even before he finished speaking. Covering her mouth with her hand, she said, "It's all my fault. It's me If I hadn't climbed on that horse, to begin with... if I hadn't been so stubborn... I wouldn't have lost my baby, and your dad wouldn't be so sick right now.

If something happened to your dad..."

Charles grabbed her hand tightly. "Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. I was wrong, too. I shouldn't have taken you there to ride horses. I shouldn't have left you to answer the phone. There are lots of things I shouldn't have to... don't blame yourself. Now, dad is very sick, and I don't want to see any accident happen to you again. I've lost one of you, I couldn't bear losing you too. You have to stay safe." His eyes turned red, and tears were about to roll out as he closed his lips tightly and kept silent.

Sarah was crying, covering her mouth and shaking her head.

Emerged in their sadness, they arrived at the hospital and rushed to the emergency room. To their surprise, the door to his room was not closed as usual, but wide open. A group of doctors came out of the ward. Christina and Emma went into the room in a hurry.

Christina asked the lead doctor. "Doctor, how is my husband?"

Charles and Sarah walked to them. The doctor looked at them with a severe face, sighed, and lowered his head. After a while, he said, "I'm sorry, we've done everything we could. There is nothing left we can do except provide some comfort... We can't resist nature, his hours' count... We've really done our best. I'm sorry!"

"What did you say?" Christina wept hopelessly.

The doctor repeated. "You better go in and see him. This may be your last chance to talk to him!"