Free Web NovelChapter 630: You Can Never Leave Me
The doctor continued knocking for a long while, but Wendy had no intention of opening the door.
Left with no choice, the doctor returned to the underground hospital and asked the principal physician what to do.
When the principal physician heard that Wendy was unwilling to come, he frowned and said, "Mr. Lucas’s condition remains critical. We had just resuscitated him last night and helped him past the most critical phase.
"However, if his heart rate continues to drop, his life would be in danger again."
"Well, what do we do?" the doctor asked once more.
"Find the key to the door. We must force Ms. Stewart here by hook or by crook. If you can’t find the key to the door, break it down," the principal physician instructed.
"We must let Mr. Lucas hear Ms. Stewart’s voice. If he hears it, he might have some hope."
His subordinate nodded and went ahead to carry out his instructions.
This time, he knocked on the door again and threatened, "Ms. Stewart, if you don’t come out, we’ll knock the door down."
Wendy remained silent. After waiting a long while, there was still nothing. With that, the doctor instructed the bodyguards behind him to kick the door down.
At the sound of repetitive kicking, Wendy sat on the couch, staring at the entrance to the room with a frosty gaze.
Before the door collapsed, someone had found the key to it.
The door was opened quickly. The doctor walked up to Wendy with several bodyguards following him.
He spoke respectfully, "Ms. Stewart, please follow us to the basement."
Seeing the bodyguards enter, Wendy knew that she was no longer able to refuse.
Icily, she asked, "Must I?"
The doctor nodded, "Yes."
Without further resistance, Wendy stood up and walked out. She knew that she would not be able to refuse anyway. Zen followed behind, leaning on crutches.
At the basement, Wendy looked upon Christian’s pale face as he lay on the hospital bed. He continued to mutter, asking why she would kill him.
"Ms. Stewart, please speak to Mr. Lucas," the principal physician instructed. "Simply tell him something along the lines of wanting him to wake up soon."
At these words, Wendy sneered. Throwing a quick glance at Christian, Wendy repeated her stance, "Sorry, I can’t help you with this."
"Ms. Stewart, we hope to have your full cooperation. Otherwise, the only one at a disadvantage will be yourself," the principal physician warned.
"Although you are someone under Mr. Lucas and we dare not harm your life, we will have to do something if you choose to remain uncooperative.
"Moreover, as a doctor, I have ways to put you through pain without making you seem injured superficially. Taking into consideration your pregnancy, even if you can grit your teeth through such torture, I doubt the foetus you’re carrying can."
The principal physician threatened Wendy outrightly. As long as Wendy was physically in this place, she had no power to retaliate.
But to force her to wake Christian up was something she simply could not do.
Walking to Christian’s side, Wendy looked upon Christian’s pale visage.
She bent over and leaned in close to his ear as she icily whispered, "Christian Lucas, you can go ahead and die. No one on this earth wishes for you to wake up and everyone would rather see you on your deathbed..."
After Wendy had finished, the doctor approached and instructed, "Ms. Stewart, please speak louder. We need to be able to hear all that you say."
Wendy straightened and responded, "I’m done. I’ll not repeat myself."
With that, Wendy turned, ready to leave. Behind her, she heard the doctors exclaim in glee, "His heart rate is increasing!"
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At the doctors’ words, Wendy stood rooted to the spot. Did he wake up? Turning around, Wendy looked over at the monitor showing Christian’s vital signs.
Despite not understanding what the numbers meant, she noticed the doctors in a flurry. She knew that Christian had really gotten over the critical stage. But she had just told him to go ahead and die!
"Christian, go ahead and die, no one on this earth wishes for you to wake up.
Everyone wishes to see you on your deathbed," Christian heard Wendy, dressed in a wedding gown in his dreams, icily articulating these words.
He touched the bullet wound on his forehead and realized that he still could not feel any pain.
"Die?" Christian murmured, "You really wish for my death?"
"No. I will not relent! I must not die! If I died, you’d be able to reunite with Michael! I will not let you have your way!" Christian suddenly screamed, "Wendy Stewart, not only will I not die, I will tie you down to me forever!
"You can only remain by my side throughout your lifetime, looking upon me day and night! In this lifetime and in your next, you can never leave me!"
Christian abruptly opened his eyes. He shot up from the hospital bed.
"Mr. Lucas!" exclaimed the doctors in glee as they hurried over to examine him.
"Mr. Lucas, do you feel any discomfort at all?" the principal physician asked, "Can you see me clearly? Do you know where you are?"
Christian inhaled deeply as the pain from the wound on his body shot through him. It reminded him that he had finally regained consciousness.
He looked towards the front and saw Wendy Stewart before his eyes.
"Wendy, did you say all that to me?" Christian asked weakly. He could not tell which part of what he had heard was real and which part was a dream. Perhaps he was unwilling to believe that Wendy had said those words.
Wendy did not give Christian even a chance to hope. She replied frostily, "Yes. There really isn’t anyone on this earth who wishes that you are alive."
"Hah!" Christian struggled to take another deep breath as he closed his eyes.
His tone grew more grave, "That’s true. If the one whom I’ve sacrificed my life for wishes me dead, who else would hope for me to remain alive?"
Once he finished, Christian looked up. His despondence was immediately replaced by cruelty. He said grimly, "It’s a pity your wish has been denied. I’m still alive. Not only so, but I’ll also capture Michael, and before your very eyes, I’ll torture him to his death! Right before he dies, I’ll show him how I’ll make you mine!"
"Dream on!" Wendy hissed, "So what if you’re alive, Christian? You’re a wanted man.
The whole world is after you. Do you think you can escape the law forever? I’ll await the day you get apprehended and visit you in prison."
At Wendy’s words, Christian’s expression grew darker. He impulsively tried to get off the bed to grab at Wendy. But he was plugged into many medical devices. With his sudden movement, the heavy equipment pulled him back and left him falling heavily on the ground. After all, he had just awoken and his body was extremely frail. With this fall, he lost consciousness once more.
"Mr. Lucas!" the principal physician hurried up to him and helped him to bed, once more carrying out resuscitation on him.
Wendy took in this sight emotionlessly, praying silently that Christian would not wake up again.
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It seemed as though Wendy’s prayer fell on deaf ears. Within half an hour, Christian regained consciousness. He opened his eyes and closed them once more. Wendy’s words replayed in his mind.
He had thought that Wendy’s attempt to hurt him previously was on impulse, that she didn’t really mean it. It seemed that he had been in denial. She really wanted him dead.
"Mr. Lucas?" the principal physician was perplexed and worried upon seeing Christian opening his eyes then closing them again.
Hearing the doctor’s voice, Christian opened his eyes once more. He scanned his surroundings and as he had expected, Wendy was nowhere to be seen.
"Where’s Wendy Stewart?" Christian asked, his voice raspy.
Seeing that Christian had regained consciousness and could even speak, the physician let out a sigh of relief and quickly said, "She had just left. If you’d like to see her, I can get someone to bring her over immediately."
"No need for that," Christian did not want to see Wendy at this point. If they were to meet, they would be at loggerheads and their conversation would be meaningless.
It would be better for him to approach her himself when he’s in a better shape and could get out of bed on his own.
"Let her know that I’m awake," Christian instructed coldly.
Didn’t Wendy wish for him to be dead? He was going to show her otherwise, hat he was alive and well.
"Yes, Mr. Lucas," nodded the principal physician compliantly.
"Also, let her prepare herself. I’ll seek her out personally in a few days’ time," Christian continued.
"Understood," the principal physician turned to his subordinates who trailed behind him and instructed them to carry out Christian’s order.
Soon, there was someone knocking on Wendy’s room door.
Wendy was not surprised to hear knocking at her door. Yet, she did not speak, nor did she open the door. Despite a lack of response from Wendy, the person stood at the door and announced, "Ms. Stewart, Mr. Lucas has regained consciousness."
"He’s conscious..." Wendy repeated those words under her breath as the corners of her lips curled in agony.
"Mr. Lucas says you should be prepared for his visit in a few days’ time," the person continued. With that, nothing more could be heard at the door.
Wendy’s face contorted into a twisted smile. Swallowing uncomfortably, she let her head fall into her hands.
"Christian Lucas, what a resilient roach," Wendy sighed as she breathed those words.
Zen bit her lip, quiet in response to Wendy’s utterance. She simply had no words for Wendy. Although rationality told her that Christian was deserving of death, she could not help but feel relieved upon receiving news of Christian regaining consciousness.
His desire to survive was indeed very strong. In all the years’ past, Christian had multiple near death experiences while he was alone in Rheinsville City. This time was no exception.
Christian had been on the verge of death just two days prior and within three days, he was able to get off the hospital bed without assistance.
He donned a suited and despite looking quite ill, the determination and ferocity in his eyes made him look far from the frail patient that he actually was.
"Is dinner ready?" Christian asked in a level voice.
Someone nearby responded promptly, "Yes."
"Get Wendy Stewart out for the meal," Christian instructed, "If she refuses, get someone to drag her out."
He was resolute and from his stern tone, it was clear that he would not take no for an answer. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
His bodyguards nodded immediately, responding with a resounding, "Yes, sir!"
Someone was knocking on Wendy’s room door, "Ms. Stewart, please step out for dinner."
She glanced over at the fruit knife on the table and took a deep breath. She knew it was time. Christian had come for her.
