Chapter 127: Vivian Knew It Long Ago

James' words were like a bolt from the blue, suddenly impacting into her world all at once, Ava's pupils abruptly shrunk and her thoughts were instantly disorganized.

How could it be? How could it be her!

How could she have known about all this?

Suddenly, it occurred to her that a long time ago, she had gone to the hospital to have a paternity test done with Jane, the woman who was posing as her mother, yet the results had been falsified that time.

She once suspected that Jane and her wife had done it, but then she thought that they didn't have to, their purpose was simple, just to save their son, but if she wasn't their daughter, even if she was willing to save him, it wouldn't help.

Thinking about it that way, since it wasn't Mr. and Mrs. Jane who did the deed, it had to be someone else.

And who is this person, the answer may be the woman James said, Ava is not unheard of Dawson family and the hospital's friendship is too hard, if Vivian really want to change a copy of the results is also not impossible, even if the cost of some small amount of money can also be done.

For a moment, Ava's heart was in turmoil, the hand supporting her head was unsteady for a moment and fell, the amount of information made her shudder.

She hadn't realized that the woman was hiding so many unknown secrets.

What else did she really know?

At that moment, the prison guard came over and knocked on the door, signaling that visiting hours were over and it was time for James to leave.

Ava looked back, not expecting him to leave so soon.

However two prison guards had already come over and yanked James up by the hand, forcing him to get up from his seat.

Ava likewise stood up, her hand involuntarily reaching forward, "You ......"

The words came out of her mouth and she choked on them, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to say in this moment, she just felt that he couldn't leave yet, there was more she wanted to know.

However the laws and regulations were not up to her, she eventually watched as James was taken away in front of her, as he left, James paused in his steps for a split second but then turned halfway sideways.

Ava didn't walk away, she just stood still and stared at him, a thin layer of mist covering her eyes.

"Future, be good, he'll be good to you." James's opened and closed his lips, murmured these words, and then turned his face again and continued far away.

That 'he' in his mouth, she naturally knew who he was referring to.

Ava watched with a silent face as his back slowly left until it disappeared from her sight, and at that moment, she only felt a heavy mood, so heavy that it made it hard for her to breathe.

Ava fell ill.

It was a sickness that came with a vengeance, she lay in bed with a high fever.

She woke up red-eyed on this day, only to find Ryan lying on his back in front of her, already asleep, half of his face vaguely exposed with a look of exhaustion from caring for her all night.

Feeling her awake, Ryan stirred and then opened his eyes.

"Better?" He went up to touch Ava's forehead and felt the temperature drop a little bit, which made him feel relieved, and on one side, he snapped, "How come you're sick when you're fine?"

But in fact, Ava does not say, he also guessed, these days happened too many things, she suddenly endured so much pressure, her body inevitably can not eat.

"You didn't go to work?"

Ava's eyes fell to the window, taken aback, it was daytime now, and it wasn't the weekend, Ryan had even accompanied her until now.

"I don't have anything on my hands for a while these days, might as well spend more time with you as well." Ryan smiled unconcernedly while standing up and going to the far end to get her a glass of water.

"Right." Ryan poured the water and suddenly remembered something, "Dawson's side of the family ......"

"What?" Ava couldn't help but follow up as she looked at him like he was about to say something.

Ryan said halfway hadn't wanted to continue because he wasn't sure yet and was afraid of causing her to cause too much emotional turmoil.

At the moment, seeing her insistence on pursuing the question further, Ryan pondered for a moment and still decided to tell her that

"Mrs. Dawson seems to be conscious."

At night, a state of tension pervaded up and down Dawson Manor.

In Mrs. Dawson's room, two doctors were busy at the bed doing various tests.

Mr. Dawson sat on the edge of the bed with the same tense look on his face as he watched the medics busily working on and off the bedside.

"Well?"

Seeing one of the doctors stop operating, Mr. Dawson couldn't help but ask anxiously.

A few days ago, the maid and one of the nurses hurriedly reported that after Ava left, the lady's face was vaguely tear-stained, Mr. Dawson was shocked, if true, this would be the first time that his wife had responded to something from the outside world.

Mr. Dawson held on to the expectation that there might be a new miracle in the future, but after two more days, Mrs. Dawson had not moved again, until this morning, when the nurse was surprised to find that the ring finger of her left hand had once again moved.

Mr. Dawson did not dare to be careless, and immediately called the best doctor over, checking Mrs. Dawson's body every hour or two, always watching for changes in her physical condition.

The doctor shook his head, "For the time being, we can't monitor madam's reaction to the outside world, but madam's heart rate and breathing are normal."

The hope that lit up in Mr. Dawson's eyes dimmed once more and he let out a small sigh.

Vivian came into the room at some point as well, and seeing her father here, glanced at Mrs. Dawson on the bed, then at Mr. Dawson, and asked softly, "Dad, how's Mom doing?"

Mr. Dawson shook his head, and after a pause, looked up and added to Vivian, saying.

"You stay here to keep your mom company, usually you come less, your mom is lonely alone."

Mr. Dawson was telling the truth, Vivian rarely came to visit Mrs. Dawson in her room even though she stayed at home most of the time.

He was depressed and helpless about this, after all, the relationship between mother and daughter could be described as close before.

He could only think that Vivian had been irritated by the fact that Mrs. Dawson was in trouble because of her, and the guilt she felt made her reluctant to come here, and even more afraid to see her mother lying unconscious on the bed.

For that day, he was sure that Vivian was definitely shadowed.

For this reason, he didn't say anything more, Vivian's heart should have suffered enough already.

Vivian nodded and stayed after all, Mr. Dawson sighed beside him and walked out of the room alone, leaving Vivian and a nurse behind.

"Mom ......" Vivian couldn't help but pick up Mrs. Dawson's hand and shake it tightly, while mouthing, "Mom, I miss you so much, promise me that you'll wake up soon. "

While saying this, there were actually hidden tears in her eyes.

Seeing this, the nurse thoughtfully passed over a tissue while advising, "Miss don't be too sad, madam will get better."

Vivian took the tissue and pressed it to the side of her eyes, while turning her head to look solemnly at the nurse, with a tremor in her voice, "My mom will get up, yes? She'll wake up?"

At this time, the nurse came forward and said to Vivian in a mysterious manner, "In fact, the doctor said privately that the lady's condition is indeed slowly improving, and she has already responded to external stimuli, and it's only a matter of time before she wakes up, this is what the doctor said to me personally."

Upon hearing this, Vivian's face changed, and in the next second she quickly returned to the look she should have shown, her eyes widened and she asked with a look of surprise, "Really?"

The nurse smiles and nods, "Miss doesn't have to worry too much, I think that next month might be a new turnaround."

Vivian stayed for another moment and walked out of the room in silence, her insides rippling.

If Mrs. Dawson really woke up, she was afraid that her good days would be at an end, and not only at an end, but perhaps she would be in jail.

After all, Mrs. Dawson was pushed down by her own hands, this point, the injured Mrs. Dawson herself naturally know, unfortunately, she was pushed down by her the moment the back of her head on the ground without consciousness, the only thing that let her respond is, is that pair of eyes in mid-air opened particularly wide, dead look at Vivian, look at her at that time, she did not shudder.

Never, never let her wake up, do not let the consequences are unimaginable, Vivian secretly clenched his fists, feet seem to have a thousand pounds out of the room.