Chapter 205: Ms. Beaumont, shall we go?
By the time they returned to Royal View, it was already three in the morning.
The rain outside had stopped.
Juniper intended to put on her slippers and get out of the car, but Magnus had other ideas. He effortlessly lifted her into his arms, supporting her thighs and hips with one strong arm, leaving her no choice but to hold onto his neck.
"I can walk by myself," Juniper protested softly.
Magnus ignored her plea, carrying her straight towards the villa. "Who knows when I'll get to hold you like this again?" he said softly.
This might be the last time he held her.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Juniper, I'm really glad you came to the hospital to find me."
Juniper looked at him, feeling only sadness.
She didn't know why things had turned out this way between them.
Maybe it was fate.
Fate was a powerful thing, impossible to control or change, pushing people along its path whether they wanted it or not.
But Juniper's resistance eventually softened, "Your arm injury hasn't healed yet. Actually, we still have five days left until the deadline. Are you sure you don't want to keep me?"
He smiled slightly, "Juniper, if you're just pitying me, then forget it. I don't like being pitied."
What he wanted was for her to willingly love him.
Only the weak needed pity. Magnus was incredibly proud, he hated being pitied, especially by Juniper.
Once inside the villa, Magnus placed her on the sofa.
He went to get a pair of clean slippers, knelt on one knee in front of her, and helped her put them on.
With his head lowered, he said, "Juniper, I've carried you this far. From now on, you have to walk your own path. If you really need help..."
He wanted to say, "If you really need help, come back to me."
But the words got stuck in his throat and he swallowed them back.
Magnus's voice was very soft, "You won't be unable to go on. You're far more independent than I imagined."
Not long ago, he had called Christopher to ask about Juniper's life over the past year.
She had gone abroad alone for treatment, enduring the pain of the therapy. She had survived those painful and lonely days.
She was no longer the eighteen-year-old Juniper, she didn't need him anymore.
It was just him who couldn't move on.
Only he was stuck in the past seven years, always seeing her as the eighteen-year-old Juniper, subconsciously thinking she couldn't do anything without him.
In those missing seven years, Juniper had been forced to grow up, and even become self-reliant. She could live just fine without him.
Magnus's head hung very low, and Juniper, sitting down, couldn't see the emotions on his face.
"Magnus..." Juniper wanted to say something.
"Juniper, goodnight." He stood up and went to the guest room.
Juniper watched his back, seemingly realizing something.
Magnus had made up his mind, slowly but surely, with unusual determination.
...
Late at night, Santa Maria Hospital.
The door to the operating room finally opened.
Michael, who had been waiting numbly on a chair, jumped up, "Doctor, how is Sinclair?"
Two lead surgeons came out, and the one in front took off his mask and said, "She has been resuscitated, but lost a lot of blood. The car accident combined with the miscarriage caused severe trauma. She won't wake up anytime soon and needs to stay in the ICU for a few days for observation."
"She will wake up, right?" Michael's voice was tinged with sorrow.
"Well, we can't say for sure right now. She suffered a head injury and might fall into a coma. We can't predict how long it will take for her to regain consciousness."
Michael's face turned deathly pale in an instant.
His tall figure swayed unsteadily.
After Sinclair was rushed to the ICU and no visitors were allowed for the time being, Michael stayed outside until morning before returning to Maple Villa.
That night, Patricia slept very restlessly.
As soon as she heard the engine in the yard, she quickly got up.
Michael was back.
She opened the door and saw Michael's dejected figure, "Michael, how is Sinclair?"
Judging by his expression, Sinclair's condition didn't seem optimistic?
Or... was she already dead?
Seeing Michael with his head down and not answering, Patricia tentatively called out to him again, "Michael? Don't be too sad. It was just an accident. Don't blame yourself too much."
"She will wake up. The end of the month is our wedding day." Michael's voice was dejected but unusually firm, with a hint of stubbornness.
Patricia's heart skipped a beat.
So, Sinclair wasn't dead? Just not awake yet?
How could she be so lucky?
But, given how badly the car was wrecked and that she was pregnant, the chances of her waking up should be very slim, right?
Just then, Michael's phone rang.
The caller ID showed it was Luke.
"Hello?" Michael answered.
Luke said, "Mr. Johnson, the department retrieved Ms. Cross's dashcam and navigation data. The navigation shows that the last destination she set was Royal View."
Royal View?
What was Sinclair doing at Royal View in the middle of the night?
She had only mentioned wanting to thank Juniper for saving her and had asked for the address to send a gift.
But he didn't understand why Sinclair would drive to Royal View in the middle of the night.
She was unfamilar with Juniper, and even less so with Magnus.
Patricia stood by, cautiously observing Michael's expression. "Michael? What happened? Did the driver say something?"
Michael's face was very serious, "Do you know why Sinclair went out in the middle of the night?"
"How would I know! I was out drinking with friends tonight. I didn't even know she went out! What was she doing out so late? To have an affair?" Patricia said.
Michael glared at her fiercely, "Did you bully her again?"
"I didn't! You already threatened to kick me out for her sake. How would I dare to bully her?" Patricia said.
Upon hearing those words, Michael said coldly, "Pack your things and move out immediately."
"What? Do I really have to leave? But Sinclair isn't even awake yet."
"Whether Sinclair wakes up or not, you have to move out. Patricia, I won't support you anymore. You need to learn to be independent," Michael replied.
Patricia clenched her fists in anger but didn't dare say anything more.
Michael was in a bad mood. If she continued to argue, he might slap her.
In the past, Michael had slapped her twice for Juniper.
Now, Michael wanted to kick her out of the house for Sinclair.
Sinclair was quite capable, making Michael care so much about her in such a short time.
But none of that mattered. Sinclair was practically a living corpse now.
As for what really happened, no one would ever know.
The next morning, Juniper received a call from Michael.
Michael said,"Last night, Sinclair drove out to Royal View, but I don't know why. She told me she was just going out to get a late-night snack. Did she come to see you for something?"
Juniper was also puzzled, "I'm not sure either. She called me last night and mentioned she wanted to invite me to dinner, but I'm about to leave the Imperial Capital, so I declined."
"She just wanted to invite you to dinner?" Michael was puzzled.
"Yes, she didn't say anything else. How is Sinclair?" Juniper asked out of concern.
Michael replied in a dejected tone, "Not good. We don't know when she'll wake up."
"And the baby..." Juniper asked.
"The baby is gone," Michael said coldly.
Juniper was shocked.
After hanging up the phone, Juniper couldn't calm down.
Paul had already pulled the car into the yard and honked the horn, "Ms. Beaumont, are you ready to go?"
Magnus had asked him to buy Juniper a ten o'clock flight ticket, not even allowing her to stay for lunch.
Paul couldn’t help but think, 'Magnus really does deserve to be single!'
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