Chapter 623 Escape
Winston bowed deeply, overwhelmed with sorrow and guilt. "I'm sorry," he said.
He knew saying "I'm sorry" wouldn't bring back their daughter, but he meant it from the bottom of his heart.
"I'll take care of you until you're old," Winston said seriously. "Treat me as your son. I'll be there for you."
It wouldn't erase Zephyr and Sharon's pain, but at least they wouldn't be alone in their old age.
"Send me all the info on those people," Zephyr said, dejected. "And don't show up in front of us again."
"Mr. Wren."
"Get out," Zephyr snapped. "I want to be with Clara."
They had hoped to see Clara get married and have kids, but now that dream was gone.
Winston's eyes dimmed. "I'll come back tonight."
He planned to wait until they calmed down a bit, then help with Clara's funeral.
Time passed, and the sky brightened.
When Nicole woke up, she saw Winston sleeping beside her, looking tired.
His fists were cracked and bloody. Nicole knew he'd been in a fight. 'Did he fight those people?' she wondered, thinking of her adoptive parents and Clara.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Even in his sleep, Winston held her hand tightly. He sensed her movement and opened his eyes, joyfully saying, "Nicole, you're awake?"
Nothing made him happier than seeing her awake.
Nicole turned her face away, hiding her tears.
Winston quickly wiped them. "Don't cry. It's my fault for sleeping too deeply. How long have you been awake? Don't worry, those people have been caught. I've found the address of the person who ordered them. My people are on their way. Soon, they'll wish they were dead."
Patricia, Diana, and Clara had suffered, and Winston wanted those responsible to pay double.
Nicole stayed silent, watching the snowflakes outside, remembering a snowy day from her childhood when Diana helped her build a snowman, and Patricia had a snowball fight with them.
They had laughed so much back then.
Winston followed her gaze, gently hugging her. "We agreed that once you got better, I'd take you skiing. How are you feeling? Any better? Should I get the doctor?"
Nicole shook her head, still not looking at him.
Winston's heart sank.
"Then I'll get you a glass of water. You must be thirsty after sleeping so long." He kissed her cheek, got up to pour water, and helped her sit up.
Nicole kept staring at the snowflakes outside. "Winston, I need to tell you something," she said faintly, her tone a bit cold.
Winston's heart sank, sensing something bad. "Nicole, do you know how you woke up? Abella and Rodolfo developed the antidote just in time. I haven't told Abella you're awake yet. She'll be thrilled. I'll tell her now."
In his haste, Winston dropped his phone. He picked it up, feeling a lump in his throat. "Do you know how dangerous your condition was? Your breathing stopped for half a minute during treatment. It scared me to death."
Nicole finally looked at him.
Winston forced a smile. "Abella said once you woke up, the follow-up treatment wouldn't be a big deal. You can finally get rid of that life."
Can she really get rid of it? With her identity, she doubted it.
Just as Nicole was about to speak, Winston interrupted, "I'll message Abella first. This is great news for her research."
Winston, usually a fast typer, struggled today, making mistakes and forming incoherent sentences.
He laughed at himself. "I'm so excited to see you awake, I can't even type."
Nicole saw the bitterness and avoidance in his smile. She knew him too well.
"Yesterday at the door..." Nicole started.
"Nicole, how are you feeling now? Any discomfort?" Winston interrupted again, holding her hand. "Body aches, dizziness, nausea? If there are, tell me, and I'll get the doctor."
Nicole shook her head.
"That means Abella and Rodolfo's antidote is effective. Congrats, you won't suffer from the poison anymore." Winston kissed her hands. "Are you hungry? I'll ask the doctor if you can eat. Wait here."
Nicole wanted to call him back, but he was already leaving, almost fleeing.
Outside the ward, Winston's eyes were red. He knew what Nicole was going to say next, and he couldn't accept it. After finally finding her, he wouldn't let go.
The doctor said she could have some light porridge. Abella replied to his message, saying she'd come to the hospital later.
Winston: [Can Nicole have some porridge?]
Abella: [Yes, in small amounts.]
With Abella's okay, Winston went to buy food. When he returned, Nicole was gone.
The breakfast fell from his hands, hot porridge splashing on his ankle, dirtying his pants. He didn't notice. He stood there, dazed, then searched the ward's bathroom.
"Nicole?"
She wasn't in the bathroom or the ward. He even checked under the bed and behind the curtains.
No one was there.
All that was left on the bed was a pillow and a turned-down blanket.
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