Unwanted Marriage: Honey, No More Divorce!

Chapter 704: Feeling Sad Too?

Despite her strenuous struggle, Winnie had not been able to fend off the two security guards who eventually managed to restrain her.

And her knife was thrown to the ground.

Glaring at Anthony, Winnie continued to yell, "You must die, you son-of-a-bitch! Die now!

"HaHaHa, your time has come. Go meet your creator, both you and Lily Yates! Just die, all of you. Die..."

Winnie’s eyes gleamed when she noticed the blood spurting from Anthony’s stomach.

She wished with all her heart that he would drop dead in the next second.

Noting that Winnie had been restrained by the security guards, Anthony heaved a sigh of relief.

Not wishing to waste time talking to Winnie, he pleaded with the people around him, "Call 911. Help me. Please help me..."

Looking at Michael who was standing by the side, he wailed, "Son, help me. I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done. Please help me."

He then turned to Grandmother, "Mom, help. Help me..."

"Don’t help him. He deserves to die! HaHaHa, he must die..." Winnie threw her head back and laughed wildly.

Then, her crazed laughter turned into tearful howling, "He’s a heartless ingrate who abandoned his own wife and child.

"Michael, don’t save him. You are not to help him," she wailed.

Noting that she had become irrational, Michael instructed, "Take her inside first."

"You mustn’t save him, Michael. You cannot help..." Winnie urged while she was being helped into the house.

She continued with her rant, urging them not to help Anthony, "Michael, I will die along with him. As long he is dead, I will be happy to die as well."

Indeed, she was deeply hurt by Anthony.

Anthony had hurt her so badly that she was even willing to do anything, even sacrificing her own life, as long as he was no longer living and breathing in this world.

However, Anthony was, after all, Grandmother’s son, and Michael’s father.

Shutting her eyes, Grandmother took a deep breath and said, "Call 911."

She could not stand by and just watch Anthony bleed to his death.

Wendy could tell that Grandmother was clutching at her cane with a lot more strength than usual.

Obviously, she was distressed by the whole incident.

"Emergency services would take a long time to turn up. I will send him to the hospital instead," Michael sighed.

That said, he walked over to Anthony, picked him up and quickly walked toward the garage.

After all, this man was his father.

Wendy and Grandmother followed closely behind him.

However, because he was walking too briskly, they could not catch up with him.

Depositing Anthony in the car, Michael turned to Wendy and the others who were lagging behind and said, "I will rush him to the hospital at high speed.

"You should not take this car."

Wendy nodded.

At that, Michael quickly got into the driver’s seat. It would be faster if he took the wheel himself.

Watching the car drive away at high speed, Wendy glanced at Grandmother.

Reaching out to help her, Wendy said, "Don’t worry, Grandmother. I don’t think he’s in a critical condition."

Grandmother gripped her cane even harder.

Not knowing what to say in response, she just sighed.

"Shall we go to the hospital too?" Wendy asked Grandmother.

"Or should we wait at home for news from Michael?"

"Let’s go and see what’s going on," Grandmother replied, feeling uneasy.

"OK, I’ll go with you," Wendy replied.

However, remembering her kids, Wendy first went back into the living room and spoke to them, "Kids, stay put at home and be good. I will be back shortly."

Having said that, Wendy was still uneasy about leaving the kids here.

Upon reflection, she said to Zess, "Zess, please take the kids back to our home and wait for us there."

Wendy did not want her kids hanging about in the mansion with Winnie there.

...

By the time Wendy and Grandmother got to the hospital, Anthony had already been sent into the emergency room.

Michael and Milo were standing at the entrance.

Frowning, Milo was asking Michael, "What happened? How did your dad get hurt so badly?"

"It was my Mom," Michael replied simply.

"I thought your mom’s condition was under control?" Milo responded.

"I guess seeing him triggered her and brought everything back, destabilizing her again," Michael replied.

Staring at the closed door to the emergency room, he appeared to be struggling with his emotions.

Although Anthony had done many things that hurt them deeply, he was still his father. He would of course feel bad if the outcome of this incident turned south.

But then again, the person who had wounded him was none other than his own mother.

He put it all down to karma.

Wendy reached out to wrap her arm around Michael’s shoulders.

She said soothingly, "He will be fine. Don’t worry."

Although he was her father-in-law, Wendy could not bring herself to address him as ’Dad’.

After all, Wendy was merely following Michael’s lead because even he had refused to call Anthony ’Dad’.

"Yep," Michael responded softly as he held onto Wendy’s hand.

Three hours later, the doors to the emergency room opened.

Seeing Michael and the others, the attending physician sighed, "We have done our best. His wounds were very deep and he had lost a lot of blood.

"We cannot tell you if or when he will wake up. There is a high probability that he will remain in a vegetative state."

At the mention of the words ’vegetative state’, Grandmother lost her grip on her cane and turned limp.

Fortunately, Michael had noticed it in time and immediately supported her.

Despite the unforgivable acts that his father had committed in the past, no one wanted him dead.

In a trembling voice, Grandmother asked, "Vegetative state? Is there nothing you can do?"

Shaking his head, the doctor replied, "There is a chance that he might wake up."

"What is the probability of him waking up?" Grandmother wanted to know.

"Well..." the doctor dithered. In fact, he had made that remark just to console them.

In his condition, the chances of Anthony waking up were extremely slim.

Being a doctor, he could not lie and give them false hope. Sounding solemn, he replied, "Less than one percent."

Less than one percent was extremely low.

Tears began to well up in Grandmother’s eyes.

She was shaking from head to toe.

"Grandmother..." Wendy and Michael held onto her tightly.

Grandmother looked at Anthony who was being transferred out of the emergency room.

He looked deathly pale and had lost his usual evil, smarmy expression. In fact, he looked a tad pitiful.

Leaning heavily on her cane, Grandmother walked slowly, one step at a time, as she followed them to the ward.

She watched as the doctors shifted Anthony to the bed and settled him in.

Sighing, the attending physician said, "The cost of keeping the patient on life prolonging equipment and medication will be high.

"If he were from an ordinary family, we would have advised his family members to not do so.

"After all, the chances of him ever waking up are way too low.

"Also, being in a vegetative state just means that he is unable to move or speak. He is in fact still cognitive.

"Being alive in that state would be torturous for him. freēwebnovel.com

"But then again, I am aware that, for your family, money is not an obstacle.

"So it’s all up to you. Are you willing to take a chance?"

By ’taking a chance’, the doctor was asking if they were willing to put Anthony on life prolonging equipment in hopes that he might eventually wake up.

Grandmother was once again caught in a dilemma when she heard what the doctor had said.

If they opted not to prolong Anthony’s life, he would be spared the agony and pain.

However, this decision had to be made by the people close to him.

As such, it would be just as torturous, albeit of a different nature, for the decision maker.

On the other hand, Anthony would have to endure further suffering while they gambled with such a low probability of him ever waking up.

For every extra day that they made him live, Anthony would be suffering immense pain.

Grandmother was at a loss as to which choice she had to make.

...

With one hand on her cane, Grandmother tugged at Michael with the other hand.

Red-eyed, she asked her grandson, "What should we do?"

She was totally at a loss as to what to do.

That was why she offloaded this dilemma on Michael.

Meanwhile, Michael turned toward Wendy who was standing beside him. He did not seem to have the answer either.

But alas, he was not in a position to not know what to do. As Anthony’s son, he was expected to make a choice.

Pondering over everything for a bit, he finally said, "Let’s prolong his life. Please use the best equipment and medication, and try to minimize his suffering.

"Let’s do this for a month. If he shows no sign of recovery, we’ll not let him suffer anymore."

Having made the choice, Michael looked at his grandmother, "What do you think, Grandmother?"

She nodded in agreement.

"OK, let’s do that," the doctor responded.

"We will notify you immediately if we see any changes in his condition."

Having landed in a vegetative state, Anthony had no one to blame but himself.

Nonetheless, this was still a very high price to pay for his past deeds.

After Milo had arranged for the best caregiver to tend to Anthony, Wendy and Michael left for their home.

Initially, Grandmother had wanted to stay with Anthony in the hospital. However, due to her advanced age, it would have taken a toll on her health.

So Wendy and the others persuaded her to go home and rest up.

In the end, Grandmother relented and agreed to go back to the mansion.

Wendy and Michael took Grandmother back to the mansion and stayed over to keep her company.

At a time like this, they did not want Grandmother to be on her own.

That night, Wendy slept in Grandmother’s room.

After tucking her in bed, Wendy sat chatting with her.

By the time Grandmother had fallen asleep, Wendy found herself wide awake and not sleepy at all.

Trying to make as little noise as possible, she walked stealthily out of the room and went downstairs for some fresh air.

However, unbeknownst to Wendy, Grandmother had not fallen asleep.

She had kept her eyes shut so as not to cause undue worry for Wendy and Michael.

Turning to one side, tears streamed out of the corners of her eyes.

Wendy found Michael in the back garden.

"Hey, you are still awake?" Seeing Wendy, Michael quickly stepped forward to hold her.

Shaking her head, Wendy said, "Couldn’t sleep."

"And Grandmother?" Michael asked.

"She’s asleep, finally. But she’s a tad distressed," Wendy replied with a sigh.

"What happened today was a shock to everyone. It was all so unexpected.

"Especially for Grandmother who had to go through all that at her age.

"He is, after all, her son. In spite of his past misdeeds, she must be very sad at having to watch her son die before her."

"It is what it is. There’s nothing we can do about it," Michael sighed too.

"If he remains in that state without waking up, I’d consider it as his retribution."

Knowing that Michael was definitely not feeling good about this outcome, Wendy glanced at him and asked, "You must be feeling sad too, aren’t you?"

Although he had smiled at her question, it was a forced smile that emanated bitterness as he replied, "Yes, I do feel bad for him. I’m also saddened by it all.

"I had hated him intensely for so many years. But when I found out that he might never wake up again, ever, all that hate suddenly seemed to dissipate.

"I feel like I don’t hate him as much as I used to.

"I don’t know how to describe what I’m feeling now.

"Is it sorrow? Happiness? Rejoicing? Regret?"

Michael shook his head, "I don’t know what it is. My heart just feels really heavy and it’s suffocating."

Wendy reached out to hug him, patting him gently on the back.

She said soothingly, "He’d have to accept his fate, whatever the outcome may be in a month’s time.

"This was an accident that no one had anticipated so you should not..."

Wendy’s words were interrupted in mid-sentence by the sound of Michael’s phone ringing.