His emotions were very unstable. Lilian's safety was still undetermined. As a father, he could only use such a way to vent out his dissatisfaction and sense of insecurity.

It was at this moment that the lights of the operating theater were turned off.

Jeremy got up and strolled to the doctor who was coming out. "Doctor, how's my daughter doing? She's bleeding heavily. Where is she injured? Will my daughter's life be in danger?"

He kept bombarding the doctor with tons of questions, his eyes glistening with anxiety.

"The child’s back was grazed with metal scraps. She was bleeding a lot and in a rather critical phase. Fortunately, she was sent to the hospital just in time. For the time being, there's no danger to her life."

The doctor then let out a sigh.

"However, the child’s head has suffered from a serious concussion. We'll have to wait till the child is awake before carrying out further examinations."

Hearing the comment made Jeremy want to punch himself real hard.

He was blam