I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Knowing where Terrence Sterling was, Fiona immediately bought a train ticket to Meriton.

The train ride took an hour.

After Fiona left, Mrs. Wooten felt the matter was significant and called Ravenwood Hall, describing Terrence Sterling’s situation.

Meriton.

Hospital.

Meredith paced anxiously, her eyes fixed on the light above the operating room door.

Suddenly, the light went out.

Meredith’s heart tightened, and the doctor came out of the room.

“Doctor, how is he?” Meredith immediately asked.

The doctor regretfully said, “We did our best, please accept our condolences.”

Upon hearing this, Meredith felt as though the entire world had collapsed, her vision blurred, and she nearly stumbled.

Terrence Sterling… dead?NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

A good person, so young, how could he just be gone?

Although Meredith couldn’t quite pinpoint the extent of her grief, this news was still hard to accept.

Meredith rushed into the operating room, just in time to see the nurse cover the body with a white cloth, the room silent.

The nurse said to Meredith, “Please accept our condolences.”

The doctor and nurse mistook Meredith for the deceased’s family.

Initially doubtful, as she looked at the body covered in white cloth, Meredith’s last glimmer of hope shattered.

Her eyes welled up with tears, her nose tingling, vision becoming blurry, tears swirling in her eyes.

The nurse tactfully left, giving space for condolences.

Meredith walked heavily towards the operating table, gazing at Terrence Sterling’s body, memories of him flashing in her mind.

She had only known Terrence Sterling for just over a month, yet he had become a significant part of her life.

He was her first man, the father of her baby.

“Terrence Sterling, wake up, how could you leave us like this?” Unable to contain her emotions, Meredith cried on the body, “Wake up, I won’t argue with you anymore, I’ll do whatever you say, and now you’ve just died, what am I supposed to do?”

Meredith cried harder, “Terrence Sterling, why did you drive on your own and crash, how can I explain this to your family, they’ll skin me alive.”

Engrossed in her tears, Meredith was unaware of someone behind her.

And that someone was Terrence Sterling.

On the neighboring operating table, he had been knocked unconscious, with a head wound that required stitches, as well as stitches on his arm.

Miraculously, he survived, but upon waking, he heard his secretary crying and curiously walked over, only to find the infuriating secretary crying.

Terrence Sterling was truly surprised that Meredith would cry so intensely because of him.

Seeing Meredith still crying in guilt, Terrence Sterling patted her back.

Meredith, in her emotional state, did not feel the touch.

Terrence Sterling tapped her with more force, “Miss Florrick.”

Meredith’s crying halted abruptly as she turned her head, startled by the presence of Terrence Sterling, sitting on the ground.

Terrence Sterling: “…”

Swiftly grabbing her, he accidentally aggravated his arm injury, wincing in pain.

“S-s-s-St-sterling,” Meredith was startled, “You’re not dead? You’re alive?”

A faint smile played on Terrence Sterling’s lips, “Luckily, I’m alive.”

Meredith was bewildered, “Then who’s under this white cloth?”

Just as the words left her mouth, a group of people entered, one man kneeling by the body in tears, “Dad, why did you leave us like this…”

Meredith: “…”

Awkward.

Terrence Sterling’s eyes held a subtle amusement as he said to Miss Florrick, “Let’s go.”

The real family was grieving, they couldn’t linger there forever.

Leading the way, Terrence Sterling wiped away his tears, “Mr. Sterling, with your injuries, are you really fine now? No need for hospitalization?”

With bandages on his head, arm, and bloodstains on his clothes, he didn’t exactly look unharmed.

“I do.” Terrence Sterling returned to the ward by himself, he was supposed to be wheeled back by a nurse, but with Meredith’s help, he made his way back on his own.

Once in the ward, Terrence Sterling sat down, and Meredith asked, “Are you really okay?”

A smirk tugged at Terrence Sterling’s lips, “Do you wish for me to be unwell?”

“Not at all,” Meredith eyed Terrence Sterling, amazed that his injuries were only superficial.

Terrence Sterling glanced at Meredith, recalling her words in the car before the accident, and suddenly asked, “Miss Florrick, you said something to me in the car, didn’t you?”