Chapter 498 The True Identity Of The Woman
The senior doctor furrowed his brow in contemplation before glancing up at Cherise. “Fetch the patient’s family for me. I need to talk to them.”
Cherise nodded, quickly weaving through the gathered crowd. “Who here is related to the patient?”
“Anyone? The patient’s family?”
“I am.”
A deep, familiar male voice asserted.
Without thinking, Cherise turned around, only to lock eyes with Zachary’s surprised gaze.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
Staring at Zachary in disbelief, Cherise uttered, “You mean to say… you’re the family of the patient in there?”
Zachary gave a subtle smile, a hint of helplessness coloring his eyes. “Isn’t it quite the coincidence?”
“It’s me,” he continued.
Taken aback, Cherise subconsciously stepped back.
The revelation was staggering-Zachary was related to the VIP.
It felt as if her head had been struck by a hammer, the realization resounding loudly in her mind.
So that woman is…
In a fit of panic, she shoved Zachary aside, sprinting towards the ICU.
Guards and medical staff were quick to stand in her way. “You can’t go in there.”
“Let me in! I need to see for myself!” she demanded.
“I have to know who’s in there!”
It can’t be her, it just can’t!
She merely wanted to confirm that the person inside was not who she feared it might be.
She desperately wished it to be untrue!
How could it be her…It can’t be… This isn’t true….
She had only just reconciled with that woman, and as recently as this afternoon, she had come to terms with the realization that the woman was her mother…
It can’t be…
The person simply must not be there!
“Let her in,” Zachary murmured, eyes closed, a bitter smile of resignation on his face.
In the end….
She found out.
He had thought he had done a good job keeping the secret.
Yet, he had forgotten-she was a medical student and had a friend interning at the hospital.
He never anticipated that the one doctor capable of saving his Aunt Charisa would be from the very hospital where Lucy worked.
It was unfortunate.
Perhaps this was fate.
Watching the frantic figure dashing toward the ICU, he sighed regretfully. “Aunt Charisa, I tried my best.”
Yet, in the end, Cherise could not make it into the ICU.
The doctor only allowed her to peer through the glass.
Her face was still cold, still distant-like her usual self.
Lying motionlessly on the hospital bed, her lips were dangerously pale.
Standing next to Cherise, the doctor sighed softly. “The condition Mrs. Miles suffers from is… extremely rare.”
“From what I deduce, she was injected with a specialized drug during her younger days.”
“She must have been administered the drug for over two days.”
“It’s intriguing, as most people won’t last under the effects of this drug. Many who’ve been under its influence for over half a year eventually lose their sanity and start harming themselves.”
“But she survived, even lived for many years since.”
Cherise clenched her fists tightly, her heart a mix of anger and grief. “Is she suffering from a recurrence of the drug?”
The doctor shook his head. “No, it isn’t that.”
“It’s due to her initial resistance to the drug, which damaged her heart. Over time, the strain on her heart has only increased.”
“Her heart is now at its limits.”
He continued with a heavy sigh. “Moreover, it’s not just her heart that’s been affected at this point, but her entire cardiac system.”
“Even a heart transplant wouldn’t save her.”
