Flash Marriage: My Penniless Billionaire Husband

Chapter 194: She Needed The Strength To Fight Back

That is true, she could not afford to be locked up again. If she was caught, she would not be able to see Christopher.

When Janice Gladwell thought about this, she hurriedly wiped away her tears and said, "Okay, let’s leave immediately."

She followed Benjamin Taylor to the car, but stopped the moment she opened the door and got in. She looked up at a certain floor of the hospital building, her eyes full of reluctance.

"Let’s go."

Benjamin urged.

Only then did Janice look away and closed the car door. The car drove out slowly.

What she did not know was that in a corner of the hospital, a tall man was standing by the window, looking down at all this from above.

He merely was unable to distinguish who was who. Afterall, the silhouettes were so small and indistinct. He stared at the figures moving downstairs and thought of the woman who had appeared in his room just a few minutes ago.

She had said that she was Janice Gladwell and that she was his wife. But why did he have no impression of her? "Son, why aren’t you sleeping?" freēwēbnovel.com

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open, and Amelia Allson came in.

Seeing that he was still standing by the window, she stepped forward and asked.

Only then did Christopher Bateman look away. He turned to look at his mother, who looked exhausted.

"How is grandpa?" He asked concerned.

Amelia sighed. "I’m afraid he won’t last much longer."

She lowered her eyes and wiped away her tears.

Christopher frowned slightly and immediately held her in his arms. She leaned into his embrace and finally burst out crying. The past few days had been very rough on her. She felt like she was on a roller coaster and could not take the pressure anymore.

"Chris, you must take good care of yourself. You are all that Mommy has now."

Amelia sobbed.

"I will."

Christopher nodded and looked away. For no reason, his heart felt very, very empty. "Slow down."

In the restaurant, Benjamin was sitting opposite Janice. When he saw her stuffing food continuously into her mouth, his brows furrowed.

How long had it been since she last ate?

Janice did not care about his gaze. She needed to eat as much as she could now. She needed the strength to fight. She was not going to let herself fight Sophie Valen the same way that she did back in the hospital. She had to be stronger.

However, as she ate, she suddenly felt nauseated and rushed to the bathroom.

Seeing this, Benjamin worriedly followed her. He stood outside the washroom door and listened to the sound of vomiting coming from inside. He wanted to go in and have a look, but he did not dare to since it was a public washroom, so he asked.

"Janice, are you alright?"

In front of the toilet bowl, Janice vomited heavily. When she heard Benjamin’s question, she told herself in the mirror.

She was fine. How could anything happen to her?

She tidied herself up quickly and walked out. "I’m fine. Let’s go."

Benjamin saw that her face was a little pale and tailed her. "Are you sure you are all right? Do you want to go to the hospital to make sure?"

Janice shook her head. "There’s no need. It’s just that I probably ate something bad. Let’s go. Take me to Yvonne."

Hearing this, Benjamin was taken aback. He had thought that she would go back with him, but she had unexpectedly proposed to go look for Yvonne.

But it is also true that in her heart, she was still Christopher Bateman’s wife. Benjamin did not force her. He simply replied, "Okay."

In her apartment, Yvonne White took out a large box of ice cream from the refrigerator. She dug in with a spoon and cursed at the same time.

"Who the fuck do they think they are they?"

Not only did they kick her out of the hospital, but they had also complained about her to her father, which resulted in her father calling her up to reprimand her.

....

Sophie Valen, you bitch, what did I do to offend you?!

Yvonne White dug out a mouthful of ice cream and cursed in her mind. However, she still felt that it was not enough to vent her anger. She treated the ice cream as if it was Sophie Valen’s face and stabbed it hard a few times. Only then did she feel a little better.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Yvonne was surprised. Who could it be? It was so late in the night. She put down the ice cream and walked over to open the door. Benjamin Taylor stood outside the door and Yvonne was stunned.

"You... How do you know I live here?"

As soon as Yvonne asked the question, Benjamin took a step back. Only then did she see Janice Gladwell standing behind him. Janice was in a sorry state.

It took Yvonne about two seconds before she recognized that it was Janice.

"Janice?!!"

"Yvonne."

When Yvonne saw Janice in such a pathetic state, she felt so sad and reached out to hug her.

"Where have you been during this time? I even went to the police station to inquire about you."

"Yvonne."

Janice threw herself into her best friend’s embrace, her eyes moist.

The two of them hugged at the door for a while before Yvonne said, "Come in first."

She walked into the apartment with Janice in her arms. Janice suddenly remembered something. She turned around and looked at Benjamin at the door. "Thank you."

Benjamin waved his hand at her. After she got into the apartment, he slowly turned around and entered the elevator.

Janice followed Yvonne. When she saw the familiar furnishings inside, her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Yvonne, I may have to crash in with you for a few days."

Yvonne replied, "What are you talking about? You are welcomed to stay here for as long as you want."

After saying that, she glanced at Janice and said, "Now, you need to take a shower. Look at you, you are almost like a little beggar on the side of the road."

Yvonne teased and led her into the bathroom.

Janice was again followed Yvonne lead. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes

were sunken, her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were wrinkled. She did look like a beggar on the side of the road.

It was no wonder that Christopher Bateman did not recognize her. In her current state, even if he did not lose his memory, he would not be able to recognize her.

She whispered to herself in the mirror then stood under the shower.

When Janice finished her shower and changed into Yvonne’s pajamas, Yvonne was preparing food in the dining room. When she saw Janice, she called out, "Janice, come here."

Janice walked over.

"There’s only this left at home. Make do with it first."

As Yvonne spoke, she placed a cup of instant noodles in front of Janice.

Janice looked at the cup of noodles. Even though, she was really hungry since she had vomited all the food that she had eaten while with Benjamin, she was not in the mood to eat.

She asked, "Yvonne, do you know a syndrome called amnesia?"

"Loss of memory? You must be referring to your husband," Yvonne said.

"You know about it?" Janice was surprised.

"Yes, I saw him last night, but he didn’t recognize me. I suspected that he might have amnesia."

Janice hurriedly asked when she heard this.

"Then is there any way to restore one’s memories?"

Yvonne shook her head and said, "Memory amnesia is a very complicated medical problem. It is affected by the nervous system and is very tricky. It is not something that can be solved by general medical solutions."

"Then he’ll never recover?"

"That’s not true either. As far as I know, as long as the person takes good care of him or herself and keeps in touch with people that they are familiar with, then there is a possibility that the person would recover."

Familiar people and things. So, she had to stay with him all the time.

"By the way, you have not told me where you have been these couple of days." Yvonne asked.

Janice was silent. She did not want to share what had happened in the past few days. "Yvonne, can I not tell you?"

Yvonne said, "Of course. Hurry up and eat. After eating, you should have a good sleep."

"Thank you, Yvonne."

The next morning, Janice went to the hospital.

...

She thought over it the entire night. Since Yvonne White said that he could recover, she must work hard. She wanted to stay by Christopher Bateman’s side until he recovered. Although she knew that there were many difficulties and obstacles in front of her, for the sake of Christopher, she would overcome them and persevere.

So she got up early in the morning and went to the hospital.

However, when she arrived at his room, it was already empty. She asked the nurse, but the nurse shook her head and was unaware.

This time, Janice Gladwell panicked. It had not been easy for her to accept the fact that Christopher had lost his memory, but she did not expect him to suddenly disappear.

What should I do?

Just when she was at a loss, her phone rang. It was Yvonne. Janice picked up the call.

"Janice, where have you been? You were out so early in the morning?"

As soon as Yvonne finished speaking, Janice’s anxious voice sounded from the other end of the line.

"Yvonne, my husband is missing. He’s gone."

Yvonne was startled when she heard this. She hurriedly asked.

"Gone? Where are you now?"

Janice glanced at the bustling crowd in the hospital’s lobby.

"I’m at the hospital."

"Okay, stay there and don’t move. I’ll be right there."

Not long after, Yvonne arrived at the hospital.

"Janice, take your time. What happened?"

Janice was flustered and could not explain herself clearly even after talking anxiously for a while. Yvonne could only catch bits and pieces of the facts.

"Don’t worry. I’ll find someone to ask."

After comforting Janice, she walked towards the front desk.

"Please help us find out where the patient of room 508 has gone to."

When the nurse saw Yvonne, she felt a little embarrassed and said, "I’m sorry, Dr. White. Our hospital has patient confidentiality protection."

Yvonne understood that sometimes it was inconvenient for medical staff to divulge too much information, so she said, "Can you tell us if the patient is hospitalized normally or transferred to another hospital?"

Sure enough, the nurse gave the answer of the patient being transferred to another hospital.

Yvonne understood what was going on.

"They said that he was transferred to another hospital. Why don’t we go to a few major hospitals in Tomaville to look for him? There are only a few hospitals that he could be transferred to."

Janice nodded her head. After that, she and Yvonne searched all the hospitals that were possible, but they did not find him.

"Janice, this is the last one."

After running around for the whole morning, the two of them had searched all the possible hospitals but they still could not locate him. Yvonne was a little discouraged as she looked at Janice.

Janice just stood there, staring blankly at the people around her. She did not know where to find Christopher. She called Christopher but could not get through to him. She did not know where they had transferred Christopher. At this moment, she was like a little child who had lost her family. She felt so helpless.

"Janice, let’s go back first. I’ll ask my friend to help me find out. Maybe there will be news."

Yvonne stepped forward and said.

Janice did not say anything. She just glanced at the crowd around her and shook her head in a daze. "Yvonne, I want to be alone for a while."

Yvonne knew that she was not feeling well, so she nodded. "Okay. I’ll wait for you at home." Janice nodded.

After watching Yvonne leave, she slowly walked to a corner and found a seat to sit down.

At this time, in the sanatorium in the suburbs.

In front of the French windows of the ward, Christopher Bateman stood and looked out of the window. Outside were mountains and a large expanse of primeval forest. This was the most luxurious ward in the whole sanatorium, with a unique view.