Chapter 178


    Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 178 by Adolf Dunne


    A Death Sentence


    Inside the ward The sky was brightening outside. The glowing bright light shifted past the clouds and


    came in along with the cool autumn breeze. Lukas politely knocked on the door and went inside. He put


    down the bag he had brought with him and said, “Mr. Sullivan, I brought Miss Be her clothes.”


    “Alright.” Victor’s voice was deep and hoarse from disuse. Lukas lifted his eyes and saw Victor’s tired


    and disheveled appearance.


    “Mr. Sullivan, you are still wearing the same clothes you wore yesterday. Why don’t you change out of


    them and have a good rest first?” Victor made no move from his position by the bed. His intense eyes


    were fixated on Rachel, who still had yet to wake up from hera. His white shirt was covered in blood.


    Over time, the bright red hue of the blood had turned his shirt into a dull red-brown color.


    This was all Rachel’s blood.


    Seeing Victor in such a state, Lukas felt sorry for him. How could things have taken such a turn for the


    worse like this? He recalledst night’s events—Victor shouting at him with Rachel in his arms, his eyes


    bloodshot. This was the first time he had seen such fear and panic on Victor’s face. Now, Victor was


    perched on the edge of the bed, his eyes covered in blood streaks, staring openly at Rachel. He could


    tell that Victor was a mess, so different from the energetic and elegant person he was before. After some


    time had passed, Victor ordered, “Have the doctore over.”


    Lukas stepped up and looked Victor up and down. He asked with concern in his voice, “Mr. Sullivan, is


    something wrong with you? I…” “I’m doing fine.” Lukas paused in his tracks and realized something.


    Then, he looked over at Rachel lying there in bed. “I’ll call the doctor over right now.” Then, he walked


    out of the ward quickly. Victor’s gaze swept from Rachel’s face to the back of her hand. She had such fair


    skin that the blue blood vessels on the back of her hand were clearly visible.


    The thin needle from the IV pierced into her vein, and the medicine was being issued into her body bit by


    bit. His heart stopped in his chest when he felt her cold fingertips with his hands. Every her hand was


    also stained with blood. He picked up two wet wipes from the table and wiped her hand carefully with


    them. He was careful not to hurt her, but because the blood had already dried, he couldn’t do a good job


    of cleaning them.


    His phone chimed of an iing call in the middle of this. He let the phone ring and continued to wipe


    away the blood on her hand. The phone began ringing again. After some timeter, he finally wiped the


    blood off of Rachel’s fingertips. He looked up and checked the caller ID, deciding to pick up the phone


    last minute. “Did you find it?” “I did. I found it.” After hesitating for a while, Ivan added, “But when I got


    there, it was toote. There was heavy rainst night. The cat must’ve been frightened by all the rain and


    thunder and it ran right into the road.


    The cars passing by didn’t notice it.” He stopped right there, but thest part of his sentence was pretty


    self-exnatory. The road was still wet fromst night’s storm. A snow-white cat could be seen in the


    middle of the pavement,pletely motionless. The blood under its body had long ago been diluted by


    the rain. It was the cat that Victor had ordered to be thrown out. After a stretch of silence, Victor gave his


    order.


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    “Be sure to bury it well. I want no mention of this at home. Go out and buy a new cat. I want the new cat


    to look exactly like the old one.” “Will do, sir.” Victor clutched onto Rachel’s hand tightly after he hung up


    the call. It was only a cat. In the past, human life didn’t matter to him, let alone a cat. But when he found


    out that the cat was dead, he panicked for no good reason.


    As if it was not a cat who died, but him, who was given a death sentence. In no time at all, the doctor


    arrived. “Mr. Sullivan, what can I help you with?” “When will she regain consciousness again?” Victor


    turned to look at the doctor and asked. Rachel’s hand in his moved as soon as he was done speaking.