Chapter 320 Not a Good Person
Claire's voice called my name, but her eyes looked at me like I was a complete stranger.
"Claire, what's wrong?"I tried to hold Claire's hand, but she forcefully slapped it away, leaving a noticeable red mark on the back of my hand.
I was completely stunned. After all, Claire would never treat me like this. She usually just patted me affectionately, never hitting me so hard.
"What happened?" Jerry asked as he walked into the hospital room and saw my devastated look.
I reached out to him and pointed at Claire. Jerry saw the red mark on the back of my hand, and his eyes instantly turned cold.
But in the room, besides Claire and me, there was no one else. Jerry frowned, finding it hard to believe. "Claire hit you?"
I nodded. "Claire seems to not recognize me. I tried to hold her hand, but she wouldn't let me."
Jerry's cold demeanor shifted to one of concern. He contacted the doctor and informed Grant as well.
Despite the prominent red mark on my hand, I was aware that my skin bruised easily but also healed fast. Nonetheless, Jerry insisted on having the nurse bring an ice pack.
The doctor began by running a series of tests on Claire before concluding, "The initial diagnosis indicates that she has experienced severe stress, resulting in cognitive impairment. We need to conduct additional tests to ascertain if there is any brain damage, and we cannot rule out psychological factors."
Just as the doctor finished speaking, Grant walked into the room. After examining Claire, he concluded, "An overdose of sedatives has damaged her central nervous system. Combined with severe stress, it has triggered Alzheimer's disease. That's called dementia."
I immediately clenched my fists. Larry and Skylar were complete bastards! To get the inheritance, they resorted to all sorts of means, and now they had caused Claire to have dementia. This disease was different from the previous two poisonings; it was incurable.
Suppressing my anger, I asked, "Mr. Quill, since Claire doesn't recognize me now, will she need her son or someone familiar to accompany her?"
I was more than willing to look after Claire in her old age. Yet, dementia was a challenging condition. Despite my best efforts in caring for Claire, there was always the possibility that she might not improve.Grant nodded. "With this disease, the closer someone is, the less likely she is to recognize or accept them. Conversely, she might long for those she hasn't seen in a long time or has a poor relationship with."
My heart sank. If Claire insisted on seeing Larry, who knew what more terrible things Skylar might do.
Jerry, seeing my concern, glanced at my injured hands and said, "Don't worry for now. Let's have Claire receive treatment in the hospital first."
For now, that was the only option.
When the helicopter landed, Kimberly groggily woke up. She saw a familiar figure and called out, "Dad..."
Sawyer, who was also on the plane, almost responded instinctively.
"Sweetie, you're awake?" Skylar reacted quickly, interrupting and rushing forward. "Are you okay?"
Kimberly held her head. "Mom, my head is spinning, and I feel like throwing up."
Skylar quickly helped her to the side, but she didn't throw up anything.
Skylar glanced at the distracted Larry and scolded, "Kimberly called for you as soon as she woke up, and you didn't even think to show some concern or get her some water!"
Larry said nothing, poured a glass of water, and handed it over. Although Skylar had told Larry that Sawyer was a friend helping out, Larry felt some resentment. Whether it was his imagination or over-caution, he sensed some inexplicable hostility from Sawyer.
Larry, suppressing his complex feelings, complained, "You didn't tell me that Kimberly was taken by Jerry."
"What do you mean?" Skylar's eyes flickered, and tears fell quickly as she choked up, "Who do you think I'm doing all this for? Isn't it for you? If I didn't help you, the Harris Group would be Hope's by now."
She cried, "You don't have to thank me, but you shouldn't blame me either. After all, I married you and am willing to sacrifice unconditionally for you."
Larry couldn't stand seeing Skylar cry. Over the years, Skylar was the only one who stayed by his side and thought of him in everything.
"I didn't mean it that way. I just don't understand why you kept it from me. If I had known Kimberly was in Jerry's hand, I would have brought her back long ago," Larry explained.
Skylar fed Kimberly some water and helped her into the car before saying to Larry, "And what would you have done if I had told you? You know Jerry; he won't stop until he gets what he wants."
"I didn't have the antidote to trade with him. If you had gone and upset Hope, what do you think he would have done to Kimberly?"
Skylar linked her arm with Larry's and continued, "I didn't mean to keep it from you. I was just too scared. I was afraid that if I told you, you would have to choose between your mom and me. What if you gave up on Kimberly and me? Larry, I didn't want to make things difficult for you."
Larry wiped her tears. "Why would you even think that? No matter what happens, I will always choose you. Didn't I listen to you tonight? I know you're the only one who always cares about me. Promise me you won't hold back anything from now on, alright?"
Skylar nodded. Sawyer, watching them coldly, turned and left without a word.
Larry glanced in the direction Sawyer left. "I don't trust him. Let this slide for now, but don't ask for his help again."
Skylar leaned on Larry's shoulder, her gaze icy though Larry didn't notice. She thought to herself, 'If I can't ask for his help, should I rely on you, you useless man? Then when will I ever secure the Harris Group's inheritance?'
But she obediently replied, "I'll listen to you."
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