At about one o'clock in the morning, I finally returned home and saw a petite figure curled up at the door. When I turned on the light, I found it was Bernice, who was soaked all over.
Obviously, this woman had the key, but she didn't open the door to enter the room.
With mixed feelings in my heart, I stepped forward and kicked her slightly.
"Wake up. Don't block my way home."
Unexpectedly, not only did she not wake, but she even fell headfirst to the ground, which startled me.
"Bernice?"
I reached out to check her forehead and found that it was burning and her breathing was heavy.
"This crazy woman..."
I didn't dare to wait and carry her downstairs to take a taxi to the nearest hospital.
While Bernice was in the emergency room, I called Ryan and asked him to come to the hospital as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, half an hour later, not only did Ryan come, but he also brought Jane's parents with him.
After making sure that Bernice was fine, Mr. Crichton pulled me aside.
"Shawn, Bernice's mother and I know about the unpleasant things happened between you and her. It's just a misunderstanding. It can be solved by explaining. There's no need to break up, is there?"