Chapter 215


    “Rest well. I''lle and visit you another day,” Spencer squeezed out with much difficulty at the


    person lying on the bed.


    He then raised his head to look at the doctor and the nurse before walking over to them and


    shaking the doctor''s hand. “Thank you for taking care of her.”


    He then turned to Natasha and said, “Let''s go.


    Natasha bobbed her head, and the two left.


    The doctor continued to look at them, puzzled. By then, the nurse had already walked over to the


    bed. After making sure that the patient was fine, the nurse let out a relieved sigh. All of a sudden,


    she spotted Erin''s finger moving.


    “Doctor, the patient''s hand moved!” the nurse cried out.


    Hearing that, the doctor walked over to check her over. He then furrowed his brows and muttered,


    “T-This is a good sign! It seems like it''s a good thing for her family


    to visit. It strengthens her will to wake up.”


    The nurse nodded fervently in agreement. “This really is a miracle!”


    Outside, the two were chatting and walking.


    “I never thought you were so quick-witted.”


    Spencer sneered. “Is that what you mean by guarding the room?” They would have been


    discovered if his response had not been swift enough earlier.


    “It was exactly ten minutes; no more and no less,” Natasha replied.


    Spencer rolled his eyes at her andmented, “Dense.”


    Nevertheless, Natasha was unfazed. She turned toward him and asked, “So how was it? When will


    she wake?”


    “If nothing goes wrong, she''ll wake up tomorrow.”


    Hearing that, Natasha nodded.


    “Where do we go now?”


    “To meet the other person, of course.” With that, Natasha headed the other way.


    Spencer could only knit his brows in response. He had no idea why Natasha was trying to keep


    everything mysterious, but despite his thoughts, he followed her.


    Desmond was in the ward.


    He had bandages around his head, but he was still making multiple calls to seek help. Evidently, his


    head wound was nothing serious.


    When Natasha entered the ward, Desmond was taken aback, but he soon creased his forehead.


    “It''s you?”


    Natasha gave him a small smile. “It seems like you still remember me, Mr. Lynch.”


    Desmond sneered. “What are you doing here?”


    “I''m obviously here to ask you about something,” Natasha told him.


    For some reason, even though Natasha was just a woman, the look in her eyes was giving him


    indescribable pressure.


    “What are you going to ask? I have nothing to say to you,” Desmond retorted.


    Natasha then walked over to sit in front of him.


    Desmond''s frown deepened at the way she invited herself to the seat. “Who told you to be seated?


    Leave. I have nothing to say to you.”


    “I''ve gone to visit Erin beforeing to you,” Natasha said.


    At that, Desmond froze, and a sh of hesitation danced across his eyes. Still, he soon calmed


    down and hissed at Natasha, “I''m surprised you''re shameless enough to visit her. If not for you and


    Keh, she wouldn''t be lying there in a vegetative state! You''re nothing but murderers! Even if


    we''ve made a mistake, we can''t let capitalists like you bully us.”


    Natasha curled her lips a little. “Don''t be anxious, Mr. Lynch. I''m sure you know better than I about


    the reason she ended up in a vegetative state.”


    Panic flickered past Desmond''s eyes. “What are you trying to say?”


    “What do you think?” Natasha returned the question.


    Desmond did not know if it was guilt at work or something else, but somehow, he felt that the


    woman had discovered something.


    “I don''t know what you''re talking about, but you and Keh are the reason she''s in that state now!”


    he insisted.


    Natasha bobbed her head. “If that''s what you insist. It seems like we''ll only find out after Erin


    wakes.”


    Desmond snapped his eyes back to her. “Wake? She''s already in a vegetative state; how is she


    going to wake?”


    “The doctor has said that she''ll be waking tomorrow,” Natasha told him.


    “That''s impossible!” Desmond snarled.


    “Is it, or is it because you don''t want her to wake up, Mr. Lynch?” Natasha wondered.


    That made Desmond panic even more, and he red at her. “What nonsense are you talking


    about?”


    The more anxious he was, the more sure Natasha became, and the smile on her lips grew wider.


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    She had already received the answer she was looking for.


    On the other hand, the wider Natasha''s smile was, the more fearful and diffident Desmond turned.


    “Do you think that I''ll believe in anything you say? It''s extremely rare for people in a vegetative state


    to wake. In fact, it''s almost impossible!”


    “Who said so?” Spencer finally spoke. “It''s impossible because they haven''te across me.


    It was then Desmond turned to the other man in the room. He drew his brows together and


    questioned, “And who are you?”


    “You have no right to know who I am. All you need to know is that I can save everyone Ie


    across—even those on the brink of death,” Spencer enunciated confidently.


    Desmond barked out augh at that. “Do you think that I''m a three-year-old?”


    Spencer narrowed his eyes at Desmond. “Mr. Lynch, right? I''d like to ask something. Do you always


    cough at night, and do you always cough out blood? Yet, no matter how many tests you do, there


    seems to be nothing wrong with you.”


    Desmond stiffened, but he continued to stare at Spencer.


    Undoubtedly, Spencer was right.


    Spencer grinned. “It''s a problem that you have to treat, but only I can treat it.”


    Desmond kept staring at him for a long time before saying, “Did you think that you''d be able to fool


    me after finding out about my condition from the doctor?”


    Desmond was still a wary man.


    “Do your eyes turn bloodshot every time you have sex with a woman? Does it even feel like you''re


    about to go into shock?” Spencer continued. “You didn''t tell the doctor about this, did you?”


    Finally, Desmond''s eyes widened.


    That was something rted to the dignity of a man, so indeed, he had not told the doctor about it.


    “Mr. Lynch, that didn''t happen because of too much excitement at the moment. It''s best to pay more


    attention to it. Maybe one day, you''ll go into shock and never wake up!” Spencer informed him,


    amused.


    Desmond did not know what to reply to the other man.


    Once Spencer had achieved his goal, he turned to Natasha and said, “All right. We''ve said


    everything we needed to say, so let''s leave.”


    Natasha nodded and turned to leave.


    Right then, a thought seemed to pop into Spencer''s head, for he turned to look at Desmond. “Erin is


    going to wake about nine in the morning tomorrow. If you don''t believe me, just wait and see.” With


    that, he put on another grin and left.


    Desmond could only sit there, unmoving as he began believing in Natasha and


    Spencer''s words.


    A vegetable waking up? Is that possible? No. I mustn''t let her wake. No matter whether or not this is


    real, I can''t let her wake up.


    He was on pins and needles and after a long while of contemtion, a vicious glint shed past his


    eyes.