Chapter 437 Cynthia Ending Up Like This Is Truly Tragic
The medical team moved Dylan from the ER to the ICU.
Harold saw Dylan lying there and felt a pang of sadness. Dylan was his son, after all, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't affected.
But in the bigger picture, Harold had other things on his mind. He had another son, and with Catherine expecting again, he felt secure. Losing Dylan would hurt him for a while, but he wouldn't be as devastated as Cynthia.
"Frederick, Ms. Davis, you should head home. If Dylan wakes up, I'll let you know," Harold said, trying to hide his true feelings as he turned to Amelia and Frederick. He wanted to talk to Cynthia alone and found their presence a bit annoying.
Amelia frowned slightly, catching on to Harold's real motive. They were just spectators in this family mess.
Frederick noticed the worry in Amelia's eyes and said softly, "I'll have my assistant stay here. If anything happens, he'll let us know. Let's go home."
Cynthia let go of Amelia's hand, looked up at her, and spoke softly, "Amelia, you should go home. You've been with me here for so long. You have work tomorrow, and the kids need you. I'll be fine, I can handle this."
After saying this, Cynthia turned her gaze back to Dylan in the ICU.
In the end, Amelia and Frederick left together.
As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, they saw Catherine at the entrance.
Catherine was holding a lunchbox, clearly there to bring food to Harold. When she saw Amelia and Frederick, her eyes showed a bit of avoidance. She always felt less confident around them than around Cynthia.
"Dr. Davis, Mr. Hastings. Hello," Catherine greeted. As Harold's secretary, she had met Frederick a few times.
Frederick showed no expression, his gaze swept over her, and he left with Amelia. Amelia didn't respond to her either.
Catherine's expression froze for a moment. She glanced at them, then took out her phone to call Harold. She said gently, "Honey, I brought you some food. I'm in the hospital lobby now. You haven't eaten all day, so come down and eat something."
Harold came down shortly after. When he saw Catherine with the lunchbox, his expression showed a bit of panic. He instinctively looked around. Not seeing any reporters, he breathed a sigh of relief. He whispered, "Why did you come? I told you not to come. Stay home with baby and don't let anyone know about you, or else..."
Catherine interrupted Harold. "I know. I checked for reporters before coming up. Don't worry, I'm not that stupid."
Catherine had hidden her identity for so many years, and things were about to come to fruition. If Dylan died, her two children would be the biggest beneficiaries, so she wouldn't cause trouble now.
"I'll stay home. During this time, I'll rely on you to handle these matters. Eat something first. Don't starve yourself. If you lose weight, I'll be heartbroken," Catherine said, gently caressing Harold's face.
Harold's face showed a bit of panic, worried someone might see them. He took the lunchbox from Catherine and urged her to leave.
Catherine stayed calm, smiling softly. "I made two meals. You can eat with Cynthia later."
Harold nodded, and quickly walked into the elevator.
Catherine smiled at him until the elevator doors closed. Then she let her smile fade and turned to leave. She was determined to become Harold's wife and take control of all the Kingsley family assets. This was her rightful inheritance.
Harold walked over to Cynthia with the lunchbox, opened it, and said softly, "You probably haven't eaten today. Eat something."
Cynthia glanced at the lunchbox in Harold's hand. It was clearly prepared with care for Harold. She didn't need to guess who brought the food. She waved away the lunchbox Harold handed over, looking at him with hatred.
"Dylan is still in danger. I have no appetite. If you want to leave, go ahead. Don't use Catherine's food to provoke me," she snapped.
Harold frowned at Cynthia's reaction, his expression showing some displeasure, and said in a low voice, "What's your problem? Catherine meant well! Who else would care about you?"
Cynthia gritted her teeth at Harold's words and threw her phone at him. "Get out! Get out of here!" she shouted.
Harold frowned, seeing Cynthia's hysterical state, snorted coldly, picked up the lunchbox, and sat at the farthest seat to eat.
Dylan didn't wake up that night. He stayed in the hospital for three days and still didn't wake up.
Amelia came to visit after work every day, keeping Cynthia company.
As time passed, Cynthia gradually lost hope, often staring blankly at Dylan.
However, Harold's life wasn't much affected. He stopped coming to the hospital, often using work as an excuse not to visit Dylan.
Cynthia was always alone in Dylan's room. Previously at General Hospital, Dylan could occasionally talk to Cynthia, but this time Cynthia spent every day in long waits. No matter how much she talked to Dylan, he didn't respond.
The video of Dylan that had been exposed was deleted. Many media outlets began to condemn online bullying. After a few days, the topic's heat began to subside and eventually disappeared.
Cynthia didn't care about online matters or anything else. She only cared about when Dylan would wake up.
Even though the doctor advised her not to get her hopes up, Cynthia still talked to Dylan every day, hoping he would respond one day.
Dylan's primary nurse couldn't help but mention it to Amelia during one of her visits. "Cynthia seems to be mentally unstable. We had a neurologist check her, and the doctor said she might be severely traumatized. The Kingsley family hasn't sent anyone over for a while. If this continues, Cynthia's condition might worsen."
The nurse shook her head as she spoke to Amelia, her face full of sympathy for Cynthia. She sighed inwardly, 'Cynthia ending up like this is truly tragic.'
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