Chapter 749 Talbot Is Dying


    Adalson sensed that something was wrong between the couple. He gathered that she and Wesley


    were in the middle of a fight. ir sounded quite determined not to go home with Wesley, and as her


    uncle, he couldn''t just force her to leave. He said to Wesley, "Let her stay here for a bit longer. I will talk


    to her."


    Wesley had to go home alone that day.


    Half a monthter, ir received an unexpected call from Niles. He sounded upset and said with


    urgency, "ir…"


    "What''s wrong, Niles?"


    "Wesley and I were in an ident. We are at the hospital now."


    "What?! How are you? Where''s Wesley? Is he hurt?" ir asked in a panic. There was a moment of


    silence before Niles continued.


    "I''m fine. Wesley is hurt, but it''s nothing serious. I realized something today, ir…" he said, sobbing


    slightly. "I thought he despised me, but when the ident took ce, he protected me without any


    hesitation. I was so moved."


    This was the third time ir had heard Niles cry ever since they had met. Thest time he cried was


    also because Wesley had been injured.


    "Despise you? Where did you get that idea? He is your brother, and he loves you. Of course, he would


    protect you. How is he now? Which hospital is he in?"


    "There are a few cuts in his arms. The doctor has stitched him up. He is having an intravenous infusion


    at the military hospital now."


    They talked for a while and after hanging up, ir wondered whether she should call Wesley first or


    just go to the hospital. Before she could make a decision, her phone rang again. It was Wesley.


    "Hello?" she answered immediately.


    "Talbot is gravely injured," Wesley said. ''Temporarily.''


    ir''s heart thumped wildly in her chest. "Was he in the car with you?"


    "Yeah. It looks his days are numbered." ''As to how many years he has left, I''m not sure.''


    Inside the ward, Talbot stared at Wesley with a stunned face. He silently listened to his chief''s tant


    lies. Clearly, Wesley wanted ir''s sympathy. Then, shouldn''t it have been Talbot who had made the


    phone call? To tell ir that Wesley had been admitted in the hospital and was dying?


    If he wanted to make ir feel sorry for him and visit him at the hospital, that should have been the


    story. But why was Wesley doing this the other way around? It was not Talbot whom ir loved.


    But ir was soft-hearted, and Wesley took advantage of this. She was already worried sick. "Does


    Talbot—"


    "There''s no one to take care of me here. Even Mom didn''t turn up," Wesley interrupted her. He had


    earlier told Cecelia not toe, because if she did, then ir wouldn''t bother, considering that he was


    already being taken care of by his mother. Cecelia was always supportive of Wesley and ir being


    together, so she refrained from visiting.


    "I heard that you were just mildly bruised," ir said.


    "I''m on an IV, and I haven''t had lunch yet. Niles is being examined." He was telling the truth.


    But ir was doubtful. Normally, Wesley wouldn''t sound so needy.


    "I''m miserable without you,"


    he went on.


    ir''s jaw dropped to the floor. Wesley was a tough guy. She couldn''t believe that he just said that.


    Talbot sat on the sofa cross-legged, eating sunflower seeds as he listened to his chief pretend to be


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    pathetic.


    "Ask Megan to take care of you. You had been so thoughtful and caring while she was sick. Time for


    her to show some gratitude." ir''s tone was dripping with sarcasm and jealousy.


    She had her reasons to be mad, of course. As a senior colonel, Wesley had personally taken care of


    Megan, who wasn''t even his wife.


    And he had gotten into a fight with ir because of her.


    "I sent her away. It''s you whom I miss."


    "I''m noting. There are tons of women who can''t wait to look after you. Ask someone else."


    "Hang on!" Wesley said hastily when he sensed that she was about to hang up.


    ir was quiet at the other end.


    "I don''t care about them. None of them is my wife. You are. I want you. Sweetie, Talbot is dying. He


    wants to see you too. Won''t you fulfill his final wish?"


    ir felt her heart break for Talbot. ''Is he really…'' "Fine. I''lle and visit Talbot."


    "You don''t want to see me?"


    "No, I don''t."


    It was not until then that Wesley realized that he should have let Talbot make the phone call with him


    lying in bed as the dying patient. ir rushed to the hospital at once.


    A nurse told her that Talbot was in Ward 302.


    She ran to the ward and pushed the door open. The next thing she knew, someone hugged her from


    behind. "Babe, you are finally here."


    ir turned around and gasped. "Aren''t you injured? Isn''t this Talbot''s ward?"


    "He was miraculously cured and has already left. My cuts have been dressed."


    Wesley''s arms were bandaged in gauze. There were stains of the yellow sterilizing fluid on his arms.


    ir knew at that moment that she had been tricked. "Where did Talbot go? You said he was gravely


    injured."


    "He went home in a wheelchair with Bowman''s help. He needs to rest and recuperate."


    ir sighed and wrenched free from his arms.


    "You! Go and sit!" she said, pointing to the bed.


    "Where are you going?"


    "I''m going to talk to the doctor about your condition."


    "No need. I can be discharged right away."


    "Then, why did you make mee here?" She rolled her eyes at him.


    "Because it''s easier for me to take you home from here," he said with a grin. He couldn''t y rough at


    the Ji Residence. But he could do whatever he wanted in the hospital. He could fling her on his


    shoulder and carry her into his car any minute.


    ir clenched her teeth. "Sit down!" she demanded.


    Wesley sat down on the bed, nice and straight.


    ir made her way towards the door. His eyes followed her and he was about to get up. She turned


    around abruptly and said, "Sit! I''m going to the doctor''s office. I''ll be right back!"


    "Okay," he smiled. "If you don''te back, I''ll find you and take you home, no matter where you hide."


    Looking at his pouting face, ir had a feeling that Wesley was clinging on to her like a child now.


    In the attending physician''s office


    ir inquired about Wesley''s condition to the doctor. He told her that there was nothing serious about


    his injury. "But the patient refuses to take his medicine. I''m not certain what will happen once he is


    discharged from the hospital," the doctor remarked.


    "You didn''t prescribe any medication for him?"


    "He refuses to take any. He looks fine on the outside, but his body is full of injuries. It took a lot of work


    just to convince him to be put on a drip." The doctor sounded pretty frustrated with his stubborn patient.


    ir let out a sigh. "Please prescribe the medicine. I''ll handle it."


    With the doctor''s prescription, ir imed the medicine from the pharmacy downstairs.


    When she was back at the door of Wesley''s ward, she looked at the medicine in her hand. Suddenly,


    she wasn''t as sure as she had been in the doctor''s office. Would Wesley listen to her?


    Well, he had to! She decided not to humor him this time.


    She stormed into the ward. Wesley was waiting for her. "Why did you refuse to take your medication?"


    Wesley was confused by her anger. "These are just minor injuries. What''s all the fuss about?"


    "Take it." She put the medicine on the table near his bed. The air she was bearing told him that there


    would be a huge fight between them if he refused to obey her.


    Wesley fiddled with the medicine in his hand. With a small smile, he said, "This is really unnecessary."


    Besides, he had already had the infusion.


    ir grew furious. "Are you gonna take it or not?"


    The look on her face told him that she meant business. "Yes, ma''am."


    Under ir''s supervision, Wesley took the pill.


    That afternoon, Megan came to the hospital. ir put on a long face as soon as she walked into the


    ward. The sight of the girl made her feel as if she had swallowed a bug.


    As always, Megan assumed her best masquerade, acting weak, helpless, and innocent. She pretended


    to be concerned about Wesley''s injury and asked him how he felt. ir was fed up with her act and felt


    like puking. She stood up and said to the phony girl with a smile, "Megan, are you hungry?"


    Megan was perplexed. So was Wesley.


    ir never liked her. In case she was pulling some trick on her, Megan shook her head. "No, I''m not."