Chapter 788 She Doesn't Deserve to Be a Mother
George was terrified by the scene in front of him.
He watched the blood drip onto the hospital bed, his face turning pale.
He hurriedly stepped forward and said anxiously, "Ms. Lockhart, let go, let go..."
Cecilia couldn't hear him at all.
For a moment, she really wanted to perish together with Alaric.
George had no choice but to have the bodyguards come over and forcibly pinch Cecilia's jaw, forcing her to release Alaric's tongue.
As Cecilia and Alaric's lips parted, the blood became even more gruesome.
Alaric's lips were stained bright red, but his face was frighteningly pale.
He stared intently at Cecilia.
Cecilia also looked at him coldly.
Alaric probably couldn't speak; his tongue was bitten so badly that he didn't know what it looked like. He just stared at Cecilia, his eyes bloodshot, watching her vent her anger.
George quickly called for a doctor.
The doctor wanted to check Alaric's wound, but Alaric kept his lips tightly shut, unmoved.
The blood was also tightly held in his mouth.
"Mr. Whitaker, please open your mouth so I can check your wound," the doctor said respectfully, with a hint of urgency.
Alaric's eyes remained fixed on Cecilia.
He wanted to ask her if she had vented enough.
If she had vented enough, could they eat?
But he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, the blood would gush out, and he didn't want to be so embarrassed in front of her.
"Mr. Whitaker..." The doctor was at a loss.
He didn't dare to force him.
Cecilia didn't say a word either.
The taste of Alaric's blood in her mouth had long overshadowed the taste of the oatmeal she had just eaten.
She only felt a bloody taste in her mouth.
George gritted his teeth. He knew he couldn't count on Cecilia, so he hurriedly ran out of the ward and called Cassius.
He explained the situation.
Cassius cursed and immediately hung up the phone, rushing to the hospital.
He hadn't even held Maxwell yet.
What were Alaric and Cecilia up to?
Cassius arrived twenty minutes later.
In those twenty minutes, Alaric and Cecilia had been in a standoff in the ward.
The doctor didn't dare to make any rash moves.
George was very anxious.
When the ward door opened, George felt like he saw a savior. He quickly said to Cassius, "Mr. Whitaker won't open his mouth, and the doctor can't treat his wound."
Cassius nodded and walked over to Alaric, saying, "Alaric, get your wound treated. I'll talk to Cecilia."
Alaric glanced at Cassius.
He knew very well that no one could persuade Cecilia.
Once Cecilia made up her mind, no one could change it.
"After all the effort to survive, do you want to die here?" Cassius saw that Alaric didn't respond and became furious.
Alaric pressed his lips tightly together, unable to speak, but his expression made it clear that he wouldn't listen to Cassius's advice.
Cassius was speechless. He cursed angrily, "Damn it!"
Forcing me to use violence.
Cassius took advantage of Alaric's inattention and suddenly struck the back of Alaric's head.
No one else dared to use violence against Alaric.
Alaric didn't expect Cassius to attack him.
He was stunned for a second, and the next second, his vision went black, and he passed out.
As soon as he passed out, the doctor quickly supported Alaric's body and opened his mouth to prevent the blood from flowing into his airway and causing a blockage.
As soon as Alaric's mouth was opened, a mouthful of blood spilled onto the floor, staining it red.
Cassius couldn't help but curse again. Following the doctor's instructions, he carried Alaric out.
As he left, Cassius glanced back at Cecilia.
Seeing Cecilia's indifferent expression and the blood on the floor, it seemed to have no effect on her emotions.
As if it had nothing to do with her.
Alaric's life and death had nothing to do with her.
The group left.
The room quieted down.
Cecilia leaned against the headboard, staring blankly ahead, unfocused.
George didn't follow Cassius out; he stayed in the ward with Cecilia.
Alaric had instructed him to take good care of Cecilia.
So even if something happened to Alaric, his duty was to take care of Cecilia.
He poured a glass of water and placed it in front of Cecilia. "Ms. Lockhart, rinse your mouth."
Cecilia's eyes moved slightly.
At this moment, her gaze seemed to focus.
She said, "George, do you hate me?"
After what she did to Alaric, he should hate her, right?
George shook his head. "I know you're in pain, and I understand you."
Cecilia smiled faintly.
Her mouth smiled, but there was no trace of a smile in her eyes.
She said, "Thank you."
"But please, can you stop tormenting Mr. Whitaker?" George said, "He must have his reasons."
"I understand his reasons. I know how important power is to the Whitaker family. With Francis dead, he became the only heir, and he has to bear his responsibility. What I don't understand is, if he chose power, why not let me go? I can wish him well, but that doesn't mean I can stay by his side without dignity."
Cecilia said calmly, in a flat tone, as if she had no emotions left, "Can't we part peacefully?"
George didn't know what Alaric was thinking.
Alaric knew he couldn't keep Cecilia, so why use force to make her stay?
Cecilia staying would only lead to mutual torment.
Today's incident would happen again in the future.
He couldn't imagine what would happen next time.
Would Cecilia and Alaric perish together?
"George, help me leave," Cecilia said, her tone light, as if she was just expressing her thoughts, not really asking for help, as if it didn't matter whether George helped her or not.
George was silent.
He couldn't help her.
He wouldn't disobey any of Alaric's orders, even if they were wrong, he would carry them out to the end.
Cecilia actually knew this.
She just wanted to say it out loud, to express her thoughts.
She wanted to leave, really wanted to leave.
Being with Alaric was too painful.
Being together, her heart hurt too much.
"Ms. Lockhart, rinse your mouth," George changed the subject.
Cecilia still took the glass.
Her mouth was full of the taste of blood, and it was very uncomfortable.
She rinsed her mouth with water.
George placed a trash can in front of Cecilia.
As Cecilia spat out the water.
Her stomach convulsed again.
Originally, she only spat out clear water, but now she vomited the little bit of oatmeal she had eaten.
She clutched her lower abdomen.
Her lower abdomen started to have contractions again.
George was frightened by Cecilia's appearance.
If this continued, what would be left of Cecilia and Alaric after all this mutual torment?
George went to call the doctor.
The doctor hurriedly gave Cecilia a sedative.
In fact, any medication would affect the baby.
Cecilia thought, she really wasn't fit to be a mother.
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