Christopher felt as if he was drowning in a long, infinite dream. All he could do was watch helplessly as the love of his life slowly walked away from him. As if turning off a lightbulb, the world around him slowly dimmed as she walked away, never to come back.
“Eve!” Christopher cried out as he sat up in shock. The wound on his abdomen cracked open with the force of his actions, but he paid it no mind as he stumbled toward the door.
I have to find her. I have to find that silly girl! No one will stop me this time.
He only managed to walk two steps before his legs folded, causing him to fall to the ground. He winced in pain but continued staggering to his feet, trying his best to leave the room. Each step felt like he was walking through water, and he finally made it to the door after trying for what felt like ages. As if he had reached the promised land, he shoved the door open with all of his might.
“Chris, what are you doing? Go back and lie down! Your wound just scabbed over. Don’t make it open up again,” Monica cried out as she ran toward him and tried to help him back onto the bed.
“What do you want to do? Stop moving and talk to me, okay? I’ll help you. Please just stop moving.”
“Screw off!” Christopher bellowed as he swung an arm at Monica. Instead of her falling over, he stumbled under his own strength and fell down once again.
“Are you okay? Just stop moving, alright? You’re bleeding!”
In a flurry of panic, Christopher was sent back to his bed by his bodyguards. The doctor helped him check his wound again, and the man was speechless from the pain he felt. All he could do was take shallow breaths in an attempt to alleviate the throbbing pangs coming from his stomach. In his pain, he looked around the room hoping to see that familiar figure, but to his dismay, he saw nothing.
“Your wound has opened up again. Please be careful, Mr. Lane. You were in a coma for half a month, and the infection from your wound spread to both your lungs and intestines. You only started recovering recently, but if it flares up again, we might not be able to help any further.”
The doctor continued to warn Christopher about the dangers of his injury as he cleaned the man’s wound. If something really happened to him, the entire Lane family would have their heads, and the doctor would definitely lose his job.
“Wasn’t there a woman who got sent to the hospital with me? Where is she?” Christopher finally managed to speak.
“Huh?” The doctor blinked. He had been instructed to only follow certain orders and said in faux-confusion, “There are plenty of patients who get admitted every day, so I’m not sure. Pay attention to your wound, alright? Make sure it doesn’t get infected again, Mr. Lane.”
“I’m talking about Yvonne. Yvonne Tanner!” Christopher stated, raising his voice this time.
“I would need to go to the hospital chief’s office to find out,” the doctor said as he tightened up the bandages. After that, he scurried out of Christopher’s ward. Lying really isn’t something I’ll ever get used to.
Christopher sat up almost immediately after the doctor left the room. He tried to get off the bed once again. Upon seeing his attempt to do so, Monica immediately rushed forward to hold him back. “Christopher, please stop moving! You’re injured!”
“I need to see Yvonne!” the man said harshly.
He had been out for so long, so he hadn’t been able to catch a glimpse of her even until now. He knew he wouldn’t be able to rest until he found her. Somehow, he had a gut feeling that something incredibly terrible had happened while he was out of it. He was terrified that something had happened to Yvonne while he wasn’t there to stop it.
“If you want to see her, you should wait until you’re fully healed first,” Julia couldn’t help but chide as she walked in.
Christopher’s gaze sharpened at the sight of his parents walking in, and he said coldly, “Mom, did you guys hide her somewhere? I knew it. You two locked her away to keep us from seeing each other just like you did back then when you locked Darius up so he wouldn’t marry a woman you didn’t like!”
“We’re doing this for your own good,” Julia retorted with a sheepish look at her son. She wondered why both of her sons were so stubborn. If she hadn’t stopped her son from marrying that woman who hadn’t the slightest interest in him, who knows what would have happened?
