Free Web NovelChapter 623: Chapter 623: This Is a Dream, Right?
Pain flooded her consciousness. She felt like she was dying.
But someone rushed to her, yanked her up, and brutally tied something around her stomach.
The intense pressure on the wound kept her from bleeding out.
When she opened her eyes, she was met with Chloe Reed’s furious face.
Her mouth opened and closed as she said something with an agitated expression, but Sunny Reed couldn’t hear a thing.
Her consciousness faded, and she passed out.
"Miss Chloe!"
Daniel Hayes walked over, clutching his injured arm. He looked at her with concern. "What’s wrong? What are you trying to say?"
Chloe Reed dropped the unconscious Sunny Reed and pointed at her. "The antidote," she said. "She’s the one who used the poison. She must know where the antidote is. We can’t let her die like this..."
But she couldn’t hear her own voice.
Daniel Hayes didn’t hear her either. He stared at her, his eyes wide, a hint of horror creeping into his gruff voice. "Miss Chloe, what’s wrong with your throat?!"
Chloe Reed froze. She reached up to touch her throat, which was still searing with pain. She tried to make a sound, but nothing came out. The muscles in her throat strained, yet all she felt was an even sharper agony.
Daniel Hayes said quickly, "Let’s get you to a hospital and see what’s going on. I’ll have my men take care of her."
Dazed and panicked, Chloe Reed nodded, then turned to look at Walker Grant.
His face was pale, and he had already lost consciousness.
A bodyguard hoisted him onto his back and hurried out of the jungle.
Chloe Reed scrambled to follow, her heart sinking with every step.
The joy of having survived the ordeal was short-lived, now that this had happened.
Walker Grant’s eyes were bleeding, his wounds had worsened, and he was unconscious.
Her voice was gone, and she couldn’t speak.
’What on earth was in that powder Sunny Reed threw?!’
Chloe Reed’s mind was a complete mess. Having barely rested for a day and a night, her vision went black, and she fainted.
...
When she woke up again, she was in a hospital room.
The smell of disinfectant filled her nostrils.
Chloe Reed felt sore and weak all over. There was no strength in her limbs.
She opened her mouth and subconsciously tried to speak. "Ah..."
But all that came out was an incredibly hoarse, grating noise, like a chainsaw cutting through wood.
Her eyes widened in terror. She shot up and grabbed her throat.
"Mrs. Grant, you’re awake."
Dylan Finch, who was nearby, heard the noise and looked over. Seeing her clutching her throat, he spoke with a troubled expression. "According to the diagnosis, your vocal cords were corroded by the poison. You won’t be able to speak for a very long time."
Chloe Reed’s face was a mask of shock. She couldn’t believe it!
Dylan Finch continued, "And Mr. Grant... his eyes were burned by the powder. He’s... blind."
BOOM!
It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. She sat there, completely stunned, unable to react for a long moment.
’What kind of sick joke is this?!’
’I’m mute, and Walker Grant is blind?’
’This has to be a dream, right?’
She pinched her thigh, hard. Pain shot through her, and she sucked in a sharp breath, closing her eyes in despair.
’So it’s not a dream.’
Something like this had actually happened to them.
"Ah..."
Chloe Reed subconsciously tried to speak, but the same hoarse, ugly sound came out. She immediately clamped her mouth shut and began looking around frantically.
Watching her, Dylan Finch hazarded a guess. "Are you asking where Mr. Grant is?"
At his words, Chloe Reed nodded vigorously.
