You Are Mine (English)

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: Turn Around

During the vacation, Donald tried his best to forget her name. To keep his mind off of her, Joanna kept saying sweet words to him. Therefore, he was convinced that he really got her out of his mind, but he was wrong. ƒreewebɳovel.com

As soon as he looked at her face, he knew there was still something there. She used to gaze at him gently with those eyes and had a smile that would light up his face.

He wanted to dig more in-depth, but every time he tried, he felt extreme pain. What happened between him and Edie? Whenever he would think about it, he would start suffering from terrible headaches. Beads of sweat would ooze from his forehead.

Donald held his head tightly, running his fingers through his hair. Something was wrong, and they were lying to him. He must have forgotten something. Something important.

What was that? What the hell was it? Someone had noticed a tall man holding his head, the ground service staff walked towards him, "Mr., are you alright?"

Donald didn’t answer, and he couldn’t hear anything. He was sparing no effort to dig into that black hole in his mind. Though he failed, over and over again, he kept trying, and every time all he got was a more severe heartbreaking pain.

He was suffering from so much pain that he almost fainted. The service worker was shocked at what he saw going on with Donald. He took out his two-way radio immediately, "One passenger is sick at the exit. Call the ambulance."

Donald didn’t even notice what was going on around him. All he could feel was the pain in his brain. Her name was torture to him, like tearing his heart apart. He thought that a part of his heart was missing, and he couldn’t get it back. All that remained was extreme pain.

"Don’t go...."

All he could think about was these two words. He wanted to grasp something, but there wasn’t anything to hold on to. The pain twitched his face.

"Monsieur, are you alright? The ambulance is on the way. Please hold on."

Gradually, Donald lost his consciousness. He drifted off, and all he could see was one person. She was crying. She was trembling. His heart was broken.

He wanted to comfort her. He wanted to hold her in his arms, but he couldn’t move. Who was that woman? Is she...Edie Lara?

When he thought of this name, Donald couldn’t handle that deadly pain anymore. He shouted, howling in the hall. Then, he lost his consciousness completely, passing out on the cold floor.

In the City Hospital. A woman rushed into the room. She was in such a hurry that she forgot to close the door. The door crashed against the wall, making a harsh noise.

The nurse was shocked and stared at her with disgust, "Who the hell are you? Don’t rush randomly into a patient’s room." The woman looked quite anxious. Still, she calmed herself down, "Is the patient’s name, Donald Lynch? Is he in this room? I am his family. You called me to come here."

She was Donald’s assistant, Karen Hall. Rolling her eyes, the nurse said, "So what? Don’t you see that notice on the wall? No noise here and your behavior will interfere with the patient’s rest and not only Mr. Lynch but also all the other patients."

Karen knew it was her mistakes, and she apologized. When the nurse’s face softened, she immediately asked, "What is wrong with him?" She happened to call Donald, but someone from the hospital answered the phone instead.

The staff at the hospital didn’t know how to contact Donald’s family, so they asked Karen to come. They didn’t tell her any details. Therefore, Karen rushed right over. She had no idea what had happened to him.

"Do you know anything about his medical history?"

"Well..." Karen didn’t know how to answer the question.

"Forget it. You don’t have to tell me. Tell the doctor later. I can tell you what happened to him. As for the details, you should ask the doctor. He fainted at the airport. According to one of the service workers, before losing his consciousness, he was suffering from a headache. We have done an MRI on his brain, and we didn’t find anything strange there." freёwebnoѵel.com

After hearing the nurse’s words, Karen started to get worried. Something seemed to occur to her. After the nurse told Karen how to get to the doctor’s office, she left. Karen sat beside Donald, and she could see him closing his eyes tightly.

He looked like he was in a lot of pain. Worried about him, Karen pushed him slightly.

"Donald, wake up. Are you alright?"

He could feel himself being pushed by someone, and he wiggled his eyelids slightly. He struggled to open his eyes, but he failed. He fell into a deep nightmare. Though he didn’t open his eyes, his mouth moved, saying a name.

"Edie..."

Karen’s face turned pale immediately. How could this be possible? How could he say that name? Did he remember? Donald kept mumbling, "Edie, don’t go, don’t leave me."

Karen was shocked and confused. If Donald remembered that meant that all their effort in the past one year would be in vain.

"Ring....."

His phone rang, interrupting her thinking. Frowning, Karen threw an eye on Donald lying on the bed. Then she turned around, walked out of the room, and took her phone out on the corridor.

It was from Joanna Bella. Why is she calling? After taking a deep breath to calm herself down, she answered the phone. Before Karen could say a word, Joanna started, "Karen, have you heard from Donald? After stepping outside, he asked me to wait for him in the car, but he didn’t come back. His phone was also turned off. I can’t get a hold of him. What should I do?"

Karen remembered that the nurse did tell her that Donald’s phone ran out of power. It shut down automatically. Therefore, no one else was informed of Donald’s condition. So, Joanna didn’t know anything.

Knowing this, Karen was relieved. Maybe, it can be solved. Whatever happened, she couldn’t let Joanna know about his.

"Miss Bella, something happened in the company. The director asked him to go take care of it. After holding the meeting, his phone ran out of power. He couldn’t call you to explain."

Joanna was pissed off, but to maintain her image as being gentle and elegant, she controlled her anger, "Then, take care of him and ask him to call me when he is free."

"I promise."

Hanging the phone up, Karen turned around, looking at the door of Donald’s room. A dim light shined in her eyes.