Chapter 170 He will only have me in his heart in the future
Inside the ward, Jeremy attempted to restrain Lawrence R's hands, his eyes red and his body trembling uncontrollably. "Mr. L, are you okay? Calm down, the doctor will be here soon. You need a sedative."
"That won't work, neither will an regular doctor." Lawrence R breathed quickly, sweat pouring down his forehead, his right-hand trembling uncontrollably.
The pain in his brain surged, so intense that it made him want to smash things. His vision began to blur.
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He collapsed onto the ground, his large, sturdy body even shaking the bed his mother lay on.
Lawrence R's eyes reddened with anguish, and he quickly tried to stabilize his mother's bed.
Jeremy felt distressed, immediately went to help him, but got hit by his uncontrollable fist, and blood started to flow.
"Lawrence R, what’s happening to you?" A voice, trembling and filled with tenderness, suddenly came from the doorway.
Immediately after, a slender figure rushed in.
Winnie hurriedly rushed to him, seeing his appearance, he seemed to be having a psychotic episode. In the early stages of this illness, violent tendencies and thirst for blood often emerges. In the later stages, it would become severe self-harm, with a confused consciousness and impaired recognition of people, spiraling into madness.
She wanted to check his pulse, but before she could reach out, Lawrence R caught sight of her.
He was still conscious, and her face entered his eyes, accompanied by the sight of his mother lying motionless on the bed, piercing him deeply!
"Why is she here?" He raised his head, questioning Jeremy.
"Tell her to leave, I don't want to see her."
"Get out!" The man went berserk and started throwing things at her.
Jeremy saw a porcelain object was about to hit Winnie's stomach and immediately kicked it away with his foot.
Winnie stood there, stunned, her mind filled only with his venomous curses.
Half-sprawled on the ground, his tall, robust form appeared fragile and incapable of restraining his violent urges. Trembling, he cradled his head, and suddenly, he lifted it.
Lawrence R thought of someone who might be able to help, gasping, "Call... Darcy."
"Huh?" Jeremy didn't understand. Darcy was still a patient, why call her?
"Quick, call Darcy! I need her!" Lawrence R clenched his teeth in agony.
Four years ago, during a flare-up of his functional neurological disorder, it was Darcy who saved him all night. Maybe she could help now.
Before he lost consciousness, Lawrence R repeated his plea several times.
Repeating "Call Darcy, I need her!"
He needed these words to reach Winnie's ears.
Her heart felt as though it had been punctured by numerous spikes, each wound oozing blood. The pain left her feeble, suffocated, and incredibly bitter.
He now trusts Darcy so much that he no longer trusts her.
He doesn't even want to look at her. Even a glance would worsen his irritable condition, right?
In his heart, the roles of her and Darcy had been switched in an instant.
"Why are you still lingering here? Can't you see that Mr. L is having an episode? It's all because of you, Winnie. You're the one who brings misfortune to others!"
Benjamin ran over and pulled her out roughly.
Winnie's face turned pale. Seeing his anguish, her heart also trembled. She remembered what Madam Rodriguez said, that he suffered from a mental illness since he was young and can be violent.
She couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with him?"
"Do you dare ask?" Benjamin was furious. "Aren't you the main perpetrator? Haven't I told you that he's different? He was raised in a very harsh environment and has severe emotional issues. He hadn't experienced an episode for so many years, but now, because of you, you malicious woman, you've ruined Mr. L and Madam Rodriguez. Even this strong man, Mr. L, had his last bit of belief destroyed by you! His functioning neurological disorder has flared up!"
struggling to maintain her balance, Winnie stepped back.
Tears welled up in her eyes. She wanted to apologize a thousand times, but all that remained was an agonizing ache in her heart.
"I didn't harm Madam Rodriguez..." she attempted to explain helplessly.
"Stop trying to defend yourself!" Benjamin said coldly.
Darcy, sitting in a wheelchair, approached. Seeing Benjamin glaring at Winnie, even Mr. L's friend had become extremely cold toward her.
Inside, she let out a bitter laugh, filled with satisfaction. Anxiously, she asked, "What's wrong with Mr. L? Benjamin, did Mr. L call me here?"
"Yes, Miss Ordelia, come inside quickly. Mr. L's functioning neurological disorder has flared up. He called for your help." Benjamin's face was full of distress, and his attitude toward Darcy had improved considerably. After all, there was nothing a psychiatrist could do for Mr. L's illness.
"Very well, I'm skilled in medicine. I'll go see him right away!" Darcy spoke, but her eyes glanced at Winnie, feigning concern. "Is Miss Anderson staying here to continue provoking Mr. L? Don't you understand? You are the cause of his episodes?"
Perhaps Winnie couldn't argue with that, but she stared coldly at Darcy, clenching her fists. "If his illness is because his mother is his last lifeline, then you are the true culprit, Darcy...”
"Listen, you know exactly what I mean. You are not innocent in the fact that my mother ended up in a persistent vegetative state. The truth will come out one day, and you will get what you deserve! You don't love him truly; you have a malicious heart. You have harmed his mother, caused his illness, all for the sake of having him. You obsession is twisted."
Darcy quickly glanced at Benjamin as he walked away, her face stiffening for a moment before breaking into a cold smirk.
As the wheelchair rode up next to Winnie, she whispered through clenched teeth, "Now, in everyone's eyes, you’re the one causing harm, while I am the one donating a kidney. Mr. L is deeply moved. You have lost completely. Him kicking you out is the ultimate proof!"
"And I will have L, whether it's his body or his heart. Oh, I might already possess his heart," she said the last sentence with great pride.
Winnie's gaze turned cold, struggling to grasp the full meaning behind her words.
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"Do you know why he called me and relies on me so much? You will never know."
Darcy was able to gain the upper hand with a stolen half ring, leaving Winnie clueless about how she had lost.
With smug satisfaction Darcy wheeled herself into the ward convincing herself, "I will be the one in his heart in the future. Watch as I cure him and shower him with love!"
With a fixed stare Winnie watched Darcy’s retreating figure as she approached Lawrence R. Lawrence R, with a trace of consciousness remaining, looked at Darcy with trust in his deep reddened eyes.
A wave of bitterness enveloped Winnie's heart, as though she had been plunged into a chilling winter. Why did he trust Darcy when he was sick? Was it merely because Darcy had donated a kidney to his mother?
"Forget it, Winnie. Lawrence is resistant to you right now. Let Darcy take care of him first and assess the situation," Olivia worried that Winnie might cause harm if she barged in and advised reluctantly, "The child is what matters most. With his condition, you should focus on taking care of the baby. Look at Benjamin's gaze; he holds so much resentment towards you. Let's return to the ward, and you need to take your medication."
Winnie fell silent, feeling powerless as she was gently led back.
Inside Madam Rodriguez's room, Darcy was not as steady as she had portrayed to Winnie.
Lawrence R struggled to maintain his last bit of clarity. "Darcy... Am I worse off than four years ago?"
Darcy, not having any idea, had to lie. "Yes, L, your condition is particularly severe this time."
"Four years ago, you managed to cure me. I believe in you."
Darcy forced an awkward smiled, unable to figure out the cause of his illness or where to start.
Damn it, how did Winnie treat him that night four years ago?
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