Chapter 248

Joshua Tate was lying on the floor, his face turning blue, wailing in agony. "Oh my god!" George Tate was trembling in shock as he rushed over. "What the hell happened?" "I… I wasn’t watching him for a second, and he fell off the bed…" Monica Leigh, tears streaking down her cheeks, looked genuinely distraught. George carefully picked Joshua up, glaring at her. "Why are you just standing there? Go get the car—now!" "O-okay!" Monica quickly wiped her tears and bolted out the door. George cradled the unconscious Joshua in his arms as Monica sped off toward the hospital. On the way, George shot her another sharp question. "What happened, really? You better tell me the truth—or so help me—" Joshua meant more to him now than even his own life. "George, he really just fell off the bed! His condition’s exactly the same as when his ribs were broken last time. Those weren’t fully healed, I think the fall just made it worse." "Damn it!" George kicked the back of the front seat furiously and yelle