Chapter 412 Stay Away From Dylan
Cynthia sat on the chair beside Dylan's hospital bed. Though it was clear that she had been crying, she kept quiet, wiping away her tears discreetly to avoid upsetting Dylan further. She would occasionally gently ask if he wanted some water, but he remained utterly motionless, staring blankly at the ceiling, drained of all energy.
When Amelia walked into the room, Cynthia perked up and softly called out to Dylan, "Dylan, Amelia is here."
Only then did Dylan blink, tears sliding from his eyes. He turned his gaze from the window to look at Amelia. His eyes were bloodshot..
"Amelia," he croaked, his voice hoarse and raspy.
Amelia stepped to his bedside, pressed down his hand that he tried to lift, and gently said, "I'm here."
Tears welled up in Dylan's eyes. He cried but said nothing.
Seeing Dylan in this state, Amelia felt a deep sorrow in her heart. She had seen Dylan's cheerful side in Fondaniss, so she couldn't accept seeing him like this.
"Just get some rest," Amelia said gently. "Focus on healing. Once you're better, we'll go on a trip together, just like we used to plan."
Dylan nodded slightly, then, through his tears, whispered, "I'm sorry, Amelia. I never intended to hurt Anna, but at that moment, I felt like I had no other choice. It just... came to me."
When Harold suggested using Anna to dispel the rumors, Dylan agreed and sent Harold the photos he had previously kept of himself and Anna.
He hadn't considered the consequences. Now, seeing Amelia and thinking about the ridicule Anna faced after yesterday's announcement, he felt deeply guilty.
"Don't dwell on it now," Amelia said softly, trying to soothe his aching heart. "Frederick has already taken care of the photos, and no harm came to Anna. She’s safe."
Amelia continued, "I know you would never intentionally hurt her. You watched Anna grow up. Everyone makes mistakes, Dylan. What’s important is that we learn from them and fix them."
As she spoke, Amelia gently patted Dylan's shoulder. "Give yourself a chance to correct your mistakes."
Listening to Amelia's advice, Dylan's tears kept flowing.
Amelia took a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the tears from Dylan's eyes.
Dylan clutched Amelia's hand tightly. "I should have listened to you earlier. If Ken really loved me, he wouldn't have married Line. He was stringing me along the whole time. He only loves himself and the power he holds," Dylan said, his voice cracking with anguish.
The realization hit him hard as he continued, "Because I provoked Line, he and Line punished me together. Line is his wife, the only one who can help him reach the pinnacle of power. I'm just his plaything."
His voice grew more hysterical, "How could he treat me like this? Wasn’t I good enough? He clearly loved me so much before. Why did he suddenly stop loving me? Amelia, why is this happening?"
Hearing Dylan's words, Cynthia stood up from her seat. She went to the bathroom to cry privately.
Amelia's heart ached at seeing Dylan in such torment. She held his hand tighter, her voice soft but firm. "Dylan, this isn't your fault. It didn't happen because you weren't good enough. It happened because Ken's love is easily bought, not as pure and precious as yours.."
Dylan shook off Amelia's hand and began pounding the bed in a fit of despair. Amelia held him down, worried that his movements would tear the wounds on his wrist open again.
Hearing the commotion, a nurse rushed in and administered a sedative. After a while, Dylan's emotions finally calmed down.
Cynthia stood by, flustered.
"Dylan, I beg you, please don't hurt yourself anymore. If something happens to you, what would I do? If I lose you, I would want to die too, Dylan." Cynthia pleaded, her voice raw with desperation.
Dylan gently held Cynthia's hand.
Cynthia immediately held his hand tightly and said, "Dylan, once you're better, we'll leave Kasfee and go somewhere no one knows us. We can start a new life. The world is big; there must be a place that's just right for us. You need to be good. I'll protect you."
A tear slipped down Amelia's cheek as she watched mother and son hold onto each other. Dylan took a deep, shaky breath, looking up at Cynthia. "Okay," he whispered at last.
Hearing Dylan's affirmation, Cynthia nodded in relief.
Amelia quietly left the room, her own heart heavy with the weight of the day's events. She took a deep breath and rubbed her temples, her eyes filled with pain and fatigue as she returned to her office.
After Dylan fell asleep, Cynthia asked a nurse to watch over him and went to Amelia's office to thank her.
Amelia cautioned her seriously, "Mrs. Kingsley, while Dylan is in the hospital, try to keep him away from electronic devices. Take away his phone and other items."
Cynthia nodded, "I've already taken them away. I won't let anyone from Ken's side have a chance to contact Dylan again."
At the mention of Ken, Cynthia's eyes filled with hatred.
Amelia patted Cynthia's shoulder without saying more.
Worried that Dylan might run away after waking up, Cynthia didn't talk much with Amelia and returned to Dylan's room.
Amelia escorted Cynthia back to Dylan's room. As they reached the corner, Cynthia saw a few people from Fondaniss heading in the same direction.
Cynthia intercepted them, adopting a defensive stance.
"Get out," Cynthia commanded quietly but firmly. "All of you, get out and stay away from Dylan."
Seeing Cynthia's reaction, the people from Fondaniss were about to speak, but Amelia cut them off, her tone equally firm yet polite. "Mr. Kingsley doesn't want to see you. Please leave."
Ken's assistant turned and saw Amelia. His expression was relaxed, and he spoke politely in fluent Fondanissian, "We just want to know how Mr. Kingsley is doing. After all, we're about to return to Fondaniss. If Mr. Angoulême sees that Mr. Kingsley isn't with us, he will surely ask about it."
Ken's assistant didn't show even the slightest hint of concern. He only wanted to know about Dylan's condition so that he could report it back to Ken. Dylan's actual state seemed irrelevant to him.
Seeing the assistant's attitude, Amelia immediately understood Dylan's current standing with Ken.
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