Chapter 79

Zoey didn't take it seriously, so she put her phone back in her pocket and continued to lean on the bench in the hallway, squinting her eyes.

Emma came over at this moment, "Who just called you?"

People were coming and going in front of them, and the footsteps were particularly heavy.

The noise made it impossible for Zoey to sleep well.

The emergency room light was still on, and they had no idea what was going on inside.

A little girl, Ruby's daughter, was sleeping on their laps.

In the morning, they received a call from Ruby, saying that the breakfast she made didn't suit her husband's taste. Her husband threw the freshly cooked food at her, and while trying to avoid the hot food, she accidentally hit her head on the coffee table. Blood started flowing uncontrollably.

Her husband, realizing he was in trouble, immediately ran away.

It was Ruby's daughter who took Ruby's phone and called Emma, then called for an ambulance. Since John wasn't around, Zoey accompanied her.

"Lucille called to tell me she divorced Paul," Zoey said indifferently.

"Wow!" Emma seemed more excited than Lucille, "The first time I met Lucille, I thought she was so cool! Women shouldn't be bound by outdated ideas. Really, it would have been better if Lucille had figured it out sooner! I'm thrilled just hearing about it."

"What's there to be thrilled about?" Zoey lazily glanced at her, "Lucille is just a relatively clear-headed normal person. And Ruby, who's being resuscitated in there, is not normal. If Lucille were not normal, her fate would be the same as Ruby's. That's why the slogans always say that domestic violence happens either zero times or countless times. They just don't listen and think they're so great for enduring it for the sake of their children. Actually, all that suffering is their own doing."

Emma knew Zoey was disappointed in Ruby, but she couldn't fully agree with Zoey.

Looking at the girl sleeping on her lap, she softly said, "Well, there's nothing we can do. She's just a pitiful person."

Zoey's tone was even colder than before, "I don't deny that she was once a pitiful person. But when things happened, she had the ability to change but didn't want to. After that, everything that happened to her, in my opinion, is not worth sympathizing with."

Ruby was perfectly fine, not disabled, and didn't need anyone to take care of her. She was still young, with a daughter. Why couldn't she live?

Although it would be tough, it was better than being beaten every day and constantly hospitalized. A bad environment would only create a bad influence on the child.

Zoey found it laughable, "No one can save her, and you shouldn't waste your efforts. Don't try to be a good person; you'll get tired and frustrated after helping her five or six times."

Emma moved her lips, wanting to say something.

A doctor came out of the emergency room and called at the door, "Who's Ruby's family?"

Emma immediately raised her hand, "Here, doctor, Ruby's daughter is here."

The doctor glanced at Emma, "I mean an adult. Where's her husband?"

"Her husband ran away. We brought her here after receiving the report," Emma slowly moved the girl's head and got up to the doctor's side. She also showed her police badge.

The doctor roughly understood and reminded me, "Be prepared mentally. She has a large amount of cerebral hemorrhage, causing compression symptoms, leading to acute intracranial pressure increase and brain herniation, which is life-threatening."

Emma was stunned, "Is it that serious?"

"So try to contact her family first."

"Okay, I'll do it right away!" Emma didn't dare to delay such a life-threatening matter.

She called the police station and quickly found out Ruby's parents' address, asking someone from the station to contact them.

After finishing everything, she returned to her seat.

The little girl blinked her sleepy eyes and asked, "Officer Thomas, when can I go in to see my mom?"

Emma swallowed hard, trying to comfort her, "She'll wake up soon." Then she turned her gaze to Zoey, "I've notified them. Her parents are in the neighboring city and are on their way."

"Okay." Zoey's Facebook notification just went off. She glanced at it, "Mr. Williams said he's here. I'll leave now. I haven't finished my case from yesterday."

Emma responded and started comforting Ruby's daughter.

Zoey noticed the tears Emma was holding back and slowly said, "No matter what happens to Ruby, I suggest letting her parents take the child. If they can't afford to raise her, Mr. Williams can set up a charity fund for them."

This way, the girl could escape her father's clutches, and grow up in a relatively healthy environment.

Emma might not have heard her, but still patiently comforting the girl, "Don't worry, your grandparents will be here soon. Are you happy?"

The little girl kept crying, her eyes red, "I just want my mom."

Zoey greeted John at the hospital entrance and returned to the Riverside Police Department.

She finished all her work and went to handle her resignation procedures. Since hers was more complicated, she had to go through several departments to complete it.

Then, she finally had time to pack her desk.

Around six in the evening, Emma and John returned.

John saw Zoey's clean and tidy desk and felt a bit reluctant. They hadn't interacted much, but Zoey had left a deep impression on him several times.

He used to get a headache at the mention of Zoey.

Now that she was leaving, he felt a bit sad. It was a strange feeling.

"Leaving today?" John asked.

"Yes, I've completed the resignation procedures." Zoey said, standing up seriously and bowing to John, "Thank you, Mr. Williams, for your guidance these days. No matter where I go in the future, I won't let you down."

John smiled, "I never really guided you much. When you first came to the Riverside Police Department, I thought you weren't fit to be a cop. Honestly, I was always thinking of reasons to transfer you to another department until you solved Ella's case. Then I thought you were perfect for being a detective. Your thinking is comprehensive and well-founded. Officer Davis from the detective team has praised you more than once. You should do well there!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Williams, I will," Zoey replied.

Zoey was still his student, so John gave her a few more words of advice before leaving her side.

Emma returned to her desk, her eyes never leaving Zoey, feeling very complicated, "The detective team is so exhausting. If there's no case, it's fine, but if there is, you'll be on call all the time. It's not as comfortable as our police station."