Chapter 333 Sarah Lying in the Bed, So Unfamiliar
A gust of wind blew by. Even though it was summer, Oliver felt a chill run through his body.
He remembered a month ago when the nurse brought the test results, and he had told Sarah he'd stick with her and they'd get through it together.
But then, when Ellie had some heart issues, he stayed by her side and called Sarah, asking her to have the housekeepers stay with her. What a jerk he was!
As Oliver got into the car and headed to the hospital, he thought about how Sarah had probably known she was sick for a long time.
But she hadn't said a word. Had she just been waiting to die, waiting for this day to come?
At the intersection, the red light caught him off guard, and the screeching sound of the brakes was harsh and unpleasant. Angry shouts erupted around him.
"Are you crazy? Do you even know how to drive?"
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"You idiot!"
Oliver seemed not to hear them. He stepped on the gas and ran the red light.
Half an hour later, at Montague Hospital.
At the door of Ward 1004, Oliver held the doorknob but didn't open it.
Over the years, he had been ruthless in his actions, rarely finding himself in such a tough spot. But now, about to face the broken Sarah, he hesitated, filled with fear, dread, and anger!
Inside the ward, he could faintly hear voices, very familiar ones, sounding like Grace.
The door opened in front of him.
Sure enough, it was Grace and Henry. They seemed to be preparing to leave. Seeing Oliver at the door, Grace was a bit surprised, then choked up and said, "You're back!"
Oliver's gaze fell on the bed.
Sarah was lying there, as thin as a piece of paper, the thin blanket barely moving.
Oliver looked away. "Yeah, I'm back."
Sarah was resting; now was not the time for an argument.
Grace restrained herself, holding back her temper. "Take a look at her first! Talk to the doctor later. Of course, if you don't want to be involved, Henry and I will take care of everything for her. We can also take care of Jacob. If you want to divorce her now, you can sign the papers, and it can be done today. You can marry Ellie, marry the woman who almost killed Jacob."
"Grace!" Oliver frowned but didn't lose his temper.
Grace didn't look at him, turning to Olivia instead. "If there's an emergency, call me directly or on Mr. Montague's cell."
Olivia was very grateful. She truly felt that with Grace and Henry around, Sarah would have someone to rely on. She had also heard that this hospital belonged to Henry, so there was still hope for Sarah's illness.
Olivia responded several times. Since Sarah was asleep, she saw Henry and Grace off, hoping to build a closer relationship so that Sarah's future would be better.
After seeing them off, Olivia returned to find Oliver standing at the door of the hospital room.
Olivia was startled. She slowly approached, her tone uneasy. "Mr. Windsor, why don't you go in and see Mrs. Windsor?"
Oliver stared at her, making Olivia nervous. At that moment, Oliver spoke softly, "Come here."
Moments later, they were standing at the end of the hallway.
Oliver took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, and habitually tapped it against the window. With his eyes slightly lowered, he asked in a low voice, "When did Sarah find out she was sick? When did you find out?"
Olivia was shocked and initially refused to speak.
Oliver had his ways. He threatened Olivia with her children. After a long while, Olivia hesitantly told the truth. "Mrs. Windsor found out in Vesper City. She didn't want to say anything. I only found out during her last check-up, but by then, her condition was already severe. She didn't let the doctor tell Ms. Windsor, and she didn't let me tell you either."
Olivia was sad and couldn't help but wipe her tears. "There were several times I called to tell you, but you hung up on me."
Oliver lit the cigarette, keeping his head down as he took a few puffs. He then asked, "Did Sarah leave you any instructions?"
Olivia didn't dare to hide anything anymore and stammered out the details.
Finally, she murmured, "Besides the 8 million dollars, Mrs. Windsor knitted six sweaters and two scarves for Jacob. She also wanted to give Jacob to Ms. Windsor, and Ms. Windsor agreed."
'Eight million dollars, six sweaters, two scarves, and Sarah wants to give Jacob away. She must have given up on living when she found out in Vesper City,' Oliver thought.
He blinked lightly, and the cigarette between his fingers inexplicably went out. He was in a daze for a long time, then heard Olivia nervously say, "Should I give you the 8 million dollars?"
"No need!" Oliver spoke softly, "She left it with you, so keep it for her." With that, he broke the cigarette and walked towards the ward.
Opening the door, Sarah was still lying there quietly, as thin as a piece of paper.
In just a month, she had become emaciated, with no flesh on her body.
Oliver remembered when he first met Sarah. She was slender but had some flesh, soft and tender to the touch. Now, the Sarah lying in the hospital bed was so unfamiliar, not like his wife, not like the Sarah he knew.
Oliver sat by the bed, reached out to hold Sarah's hand, and murmured, "I'm back."