Chapter 93 : Who’s That On The Bed?
Nova slowed down the car and pulled over to the side of the road. Allison lowered the window, leaving only her eyes visible as she peered out.
The door of the house opened, and several people came out, pushing a hospital bed. Allison even noticed a respirator beside it.
Although the person on the bed was covered so completely that their face couldn't be seen, the shape of the body suggested it was either a woman or a small-framed man.
Nova squinted and leaned forward. Her eyesight wasn't good, and she couldn't see clearly. “Ms. Rogers, who’s that on the bed?”
Allison shook her head. She didn't know Jareth well enough to guess it.
As the bed was pushed out, Jareth quickly approached it. The bed stopped in front of him for a moment, but it was too far away for Allison to see clearly what he was doing or saying.
Soon, he stepped aside and let them lift the bed into the car. After that, Jareth got into the car, and the bodyguards got into the other vehicles.
Five cars led the way, with another five following behind, forming a convoy.
“Hidden so carefully. Could he be hiding a woman?” Nova was the impulsive type. She immediately shifted gears and followed after them.
Even if the marriage was just a business deal, Allison should still know what Jareth had been doing.
The convoy quickly merged into the traffic, and Nova’s secondhand car was soon left far behind. At that moment, Nova said, “Ms. Rogers, I have binoculars in the storage box.”
Allison took the binoculars and looked ahead. She saw the convoy change formation. Several identical SUVs appeared out of nowhere and blocked the road. Then they split up, each of them turning in a different direction.
Allison finally realized that Jareth was deliberately throwing off anyone following him. Whoever had been tailing them had probably already lost him.
It seemed the person lying on that hospital bed really mattered.
Allison lowered the binoculars and said calmly, “We’ve lost them. Let’s head back.”
It was true. Nova had already slowed the car. She had lost sight of them long ago.
On the drive back, Nova looked troubled.
Allison said softly to comfort her. “Don’t worry. My marriage to Jareth is only for show. Whatever he does outside has nothing to do with me.”
But Nova only sighed again and again, saying nothing.
After all, with Jareth’s style, even if he had other women, what could Allison do? She would have no choice but to swallow the bitterness herself.
But Allison didn't care at all.
In fact, she hoped he would find another woman. That way, she wouldn't have to deal with him herself.
Back at the hospital, Allison buried herself in her studies.
Now that she had her ID card, all she wanted was to take the national college entrance exam this year, get into university, and continue her studies.
Meanwhile, in the same hospital, Nigel slept for an entire day before finally waking up.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the thick bandages wrapped around his hands. His palms were numb with pain, and the swelling made even the slightest movement impossible. He let his hands drop back down and turned to look at the figure sleeping beside his bed.
Ally?
For a moment, Nigel’s vision blurred. He thought he saw Allison lift her head and smile brightly at him.
“Nigel, you’re awake?”
But that gentle voice he had imagined was quickly replaced by reality. The face before him slowly sharpened, revealing Sherrie’s tear-streaked face.
She sat up, crying. “Nigel, you’ve been unconscious for so long. I was so worried about you!”
“So… it’s Sherrie…” Nigel’s voice carried a hint of disappointment. His eyes swept across the room, searching for any sign of Allison.
I was injured and unconscious. She wouldn’t have ignored me completely, right?
Sherrie clutched his hand and cried pitifully. “Nigel, how could Allison be so heartless to you? The doctor said your injuries are very serious. You have to stay in bed, or you might end up with permanent damage.”
Only then did Nigel slowly realize that Allison really hadn't come to see him. His heart sank. “She resents me. She hates that I locked her up in that asylum.”
He pressed his uninjured hand to his chest, struggling to hold back his emotions. “I never knew she suffered that much. If I had known, I would have brought her home long ago. Sherrie, do you think I did something wrong?”
Sherrie clenched her fists tightly.
Is Nigel an idiot? After everything Allison had done to him, he still pitied her?
She replied, “Nigel, how can you compare what you went through to what she did? What you suffered was far worse. Those bodyguards were trained fighters. The asylum was just full of weak, fragile patients. Even if they all ganged up on her, they could not have caused any real harm.”
“Look at her now, running around like nothing ever happened. But you? You’ve been unconscious for a whole day.” She kept fueling the fire.
Hearing this, Nigel opened his eyes and looked at Sherrie with gratitude. He asked anxiously, “So… does that mean I’ve repaid my debt to Ally?”
Sherrie smiled softly. “Nigel, what are you talking about? There’s no debt between siblings. If I were Allison, I would never blame you. You’re the best brother in the world.”
Nigel beamed and reached out to pat Sherrie’s head. “Sherrie is the sweetest.”
But as he moved, a sharp hiss slipped from his lips. The strain sent pain shooting through his hand.
Sherrie immediately held it carefully. She was worried about him. “Nigel, I forgot to tell you. Your tendons were injured. The doctor said… you might never be able to hold a scalpel again.”
Nigel’s mind went completely blank.
Sherrie’s eyes filled with tears. “If Allison had stopped you earlier, you wouldn’t have been hurt at all. Now that your hand is injured…does this mean your surgical career ends here?”
Nigel couldn't say a single word. After a long while, he leaned back against the bed like someone who had accepted his fate with empty eyes, “Forget it. I’ll take this hand as repayment for the three years I owed Ally.”