Free Web NovelChapter 629: Tell Me When He’s Dead
Since they were at the hospital, it was no hassle for Michael to see a psychiatrist. freewebnσvel.cѳm
With one call from Milo, the psychiatrist personally came down to Leah and Jake’s hospital ward.
After the psychiatrist evaluated Michael’s condition, he said, "Mr. Lucas, it seems your trauma arose from the guilt you feel towards your son.
"You blame yourself and feel like you’ve let your son down due to your negligence in the past, which resulted in the current state of matters. But you should realize that this time, it isn’t your fault.
"When someone intends to inflict harm, they would have already planned it well.
We’re not always able to defend ourselves against such schemes. As a father, it’s cruel to expect you to make a choice between your children. But you need to be clear about this:
"This is not a result of you not being a good father. It is your enemy’s doing. You shouldn’t be blaming or isolating yourself. You should be directing your efforts at ensuring your children’s well-being. Take one step at a time."
Michael knew that the psychiatrist was right. He thought so too from time to time.
But he simply could not get over the guilt he felt towards his son. This wasn’t just about Yvonne Taylor. What was happening now was also due to Wendy falling into the sea.
Michael had treated Wendy far too poorly in the past. This was something that could not be erased. Everything was the result of his wrongdoings.
Michael buried his head in his hands as his voice broke, "It’s all my fault. If not for me, these complications would never have happened.
"If not for me, Wendy would never have fallen into the sea, and Leah would never have congenital defects in her immune system.
"If not for me, Yvonne would be long dead. She would never have been able to hurt the children, and Wendy would never have been kidnapped by Christian.
"I’ve failed as a husband and a father."
Michael began hitting his head in agony. He could not forgive himself.
"Mr. Lucas, you’re the pillar of your family right now. What would your two children do if you were to continue wallowing in despair?" The psychiatrist continued to reason with Michael, "Are you going to leave them helpless or allow them to collapse along with you?"
"I know that, I always have. I will look after the kids well and I will find Wendy. But the person who is to blame for all of this is still me.
"I cannot comfort myself and ignore the faults I’ve made," Michael spoke with increasing agitation.
Seeing Michael getting so riled up, the psychiatrist knew that therapy sessions alone were not going to help him.
He looked from Milo to Michael. The psychiatrist finally sighed and suggested, "With his current state of mind, some medication would help. I will prescribe him some pills. Make sure he takes them regularly.
"We’ll see how he responds to the medication before we decide on the follow-up sessions."
Michael was suffering mentally. Only with the two children’s recovery and with Wendy’s return would he be able to get well. Otherwise, he would never get over the guilt.
Michael followed the psychiatrist’s instructions and took the pills on time. Yet it did not seem to help much. Each time he shut his eyes, he would be plagued by nightmares.
He would dream of either Wendy or the twins falling into the sea. Sometimes, he would even dream of all three of them flailing in the waters.
Michael was helpless. He desperately wished that he was the one who was suffering.
Because of the relentless nightmares, Michael could not rest well. With little help from the medication prescribed by the psychiatrist, Michael continued to be worn down.
Seeing Michael in such a state, Milo could not do much but press his research team to replicate the antidote as soon as possible.
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"Wendy, you look amazing today," Christian gazed upon Wendy with glee, studying her in the wedding gown, a veil covering her face.
The veil left Wendy’s face only partially visible to Christian and the sense of mystery left his heart pounding in excitement.
He held the urge to lift the veil and took her hand into his as they strode down the red carpet. Rose petals fluttered down romantically. The intoxicating aroma of flowers filled the air.
"You look very charming yourself," Christian looked over at Wendy, whose head was tilted down bashfully, as she spoke in a warm tone.
"Congratulations on your marriage, Mr. Lucas and Ms. Stewart!"
"Congratulations, Mr. Lucas and Ms. Stewart, we wish you a blissful marriage and a beautiful family!"
"Congratulations on finally having your happily ever after with the woman of your dreams, Mr. Lucas!"
"Mr. Lucas and Ms. Stewart, congratulations on your wedding! May you enjoy the years ahead, growing old together!"
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Countless congratulations resounded in Christian’s ears.
A brilliant smile was plastered across his face.
It was the happiest day of his life.
Holding tightly onto Wendy’s hand, he walked up the stage.
Looking down on the sea of people congratulating them, Christian was overjoyed.
Happily, he announced, "Thank you all for taking time to attend my wedding. Wendy is my one true love. I will always love her, cherish her and protect her from pain and..."
As Christian spoke, the audience broke into thunderous applause.
With that, a smartly dressed emcee took to stage and continued hosting the wedding ceremony.
Smiling at Christian, the emcee asked, "Mr. Lucas, do you take Ms. Wendy Stewart to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"
Beaming, Christian looked at Wendy and nodded solemnly, "I do."
Turning to Wendy, the emcee asked her the same, "Ms. Stewart, do you take Mr.
Christian Lucas to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"
At this point, all eyes were on Wendy, awaiting her response.
Christian’s full focus was on Wendy as well.
All awaited for her to say, "I do".
However, Wendy did not respond as they expected.
With a sudden change in her expression, her blissful look turned into a icy and dark one.
Emotionlessly, she responded, "I don’t."
With that, Wendy whipped out a gun from nowhere and pointed it at Christian’s forehead.
Wendy had been clearly dressed in a wedding gown and there would not be anywhere for her to hide such an object. It seemed as though this gun had been formed out of thin air.
However, Christian did not have the time to consider where Wendy could have hidden such a weapon.
Heartbreak and astonishment washed over him at this point while he gazed into Wendy’s eyes and asked, "Do you want to kill me? But, why? Wendy, I’m willing to lay my life down for you! I’m the one who loves you the most in this entire universe!
Why would you want to kill me?"
"Because you deserve to die!" yelled Wendy in response as she pulled the trigger.
"Why? How could you!" screamed Christian as the bullet hit him between his eyes.
Yet, it seemed as though he could not feel any pain.
Grabbing hold of Wendy’s wrist, Christian shook his head and growled, "Why would you kill me? I’ve only treated you well. I even used my body as a bullet shield for you! Why would you kill me?"
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"Why? Why!" the heartbreak was unbearable for Christian as he repeated himself.
"Wendy, have I not treated you well enough? Why would you kill me?"
"Mr. Lucas?" hearing Christian’s voice, the doctor beside him began calling out his name.
"Mr. Lucas..." but no matter how the doctor tried, Christian did not open his eyes.
"Why..." he screamed over and over again.
The doctors around looked at one another and began discussing, "Mr. Lucas’s condition seems rather unusual. His heart rate is dropping rapidly."
"But he has been in a coma and we haven’t been able to get him to open his eyes," a doctor responded helplessly.
"Call Ms. Wendy Stewart here!" the doctor replied, "He was shouting for her and his dreams have always been associated with her."
"Got it, I’m on it," said another doctor who hurried out of the underground hospital.
At this moment, Wendy was in her room. Both she and Zen Tanner sat on the couch, gripped with fear and yet were unable to do anything. They were unable to leave this place and had no way of contacting the world outside.
Wendy was uncertain what would happen if Christian died. But with Christian alive and for her to remain stuck in this place, knowing Christian, it was clear what would await her in the days to come. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
These torturously long days of awaiting change was simply too difficult to bear.
"Are you worried about Christian?" Wendy asked Zen emotionlessly.
"I..." Zen kept her gaze on the ground, not knowing how best to respond to Wendy.
She was somewhat concerned about Christian. Although she knew she should not be.
She simply could not help it.
Zen looked down at her fingers, which were knitted together uncomfortably. Zen did not acknowledge her concerns for Christian. Instead, she said, "No. He deserves to die."
It was the truth. Only with his death would she and Wendy regain their freedom. At Zen’s response, Wendy smiled weakly. Zen might have thought Wendy believed her words, but that was not the case.
Zen spoke no further since she did not know what to say either. Just then, a knock could be heard at the door.
Wendy ignored the sound, while Zen asked, "Who is it?"
"Ms. Stewart, we would like to invite you to see Mr. Lucas. He isn’t doing so well," the doctor shouted behind the door, gasping for air between words.
"What’s happened to him?" Zen asked as she rose to her feet intuitively. She had forgotten about the injury on her leg. Standing so quickly caused her to fall to the ground just as soon as she got up.
Looking at Zen, Wendy bent over and helped her to her feet. Noticing her own actions, Zen stopped and grew silent. She should not have bothered about Christian.
Yet she could not ignore him.
The fact that she and Wendy were in such a state were because of Christian. A drug lord like himself deserved his just desserts.
"Let me know when he’s dead," Wendy responded icily.
Seeing that Wendy would not budge, the doctor continued, "Mr. Lucas seems to be dreaming and keeps calling out for you. Ms. Stewart, please see him."
"As I said, you only need to tell me when he’s dead. Otherwise, don’t bother me!"
Wendy spoke more gravely.
At the doctor’s words, Zen felt her insides twist. Christian called for Wendy in his dreams. This had always been the way things were. It was one-sided love on her part.
