Chapter 541 I Am Your Eyes
"This is tough to say for sure," Malcolm said.
Vincent even went after his own grandfather, the one who raised him. His actions were limitless, showing just how dangerous he could be.
Alyssa nodded, deciding to follow Malcolm's advice and focus on her own safety. "Alright, I'll leave Reese's situation to you."
"Don't worry, go upstairs and get some sleep," Malcolm reassured her, giving a gentle pat on her shoulder and nodding towards the stairs.
After Alyssa went upstairs, he turned to Jason, who had just walked over.
"Jason, keep an eye on Grandpa. Make sure Vincent doesn't get near him," Malcolm instructed.
Jason nodded. "Don't worry, I won't let Vincent get close to him."
"Remember, this can't go wrong," Malcolm emphasized.
"Got it, Mr. Flynn, don't worry."
"Okay."
With his instructions nearly complete, Malcolm turned to Reese. Gently pulling her into his arms, he whispered, "Sweetheart, let's head back to our room."
Reese was exhausted from the day on the plane and staying in that nearly deserted village until midnight. She was worn out.
Back in the room, Malcolm helped her onto the bed and placed a pillow behind her back. "Honey, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Need a shoulder massage?" he asked softly.
Reese looked at him curiously. "Why are you suddenly being so attentive? Do you need something from me?"
Without waiting for her response, Malcolm started massaging her shoulders. "Of course, I need to keep my wife happy. After all, my wife is now a wealthy person who can afford a private jet."
He was the last to know that Reese had bought a private jet. Louis and the others knew before he did.
Reese caught the underlying meaning in Malcolm's words. "Are you upset? The private jet was an impulse buy; I hadn't planned on buying it."
Malcolm looked surprised. "Buying a jet on a whim? You're something else."
Reese's expression turned icy. "Malcolm, can you not talk like that?"
Malcolm pulled Reese into his arms, gently patting her back. "I'm just joking. If you wanted to buy a private jet, you could tell me. I could get you a better one and pay for it. Save your money."
"It's no big deal; money's not exactly a concern for me," Reese said, not bragging but stating a fact.
Malcolm delicately touched her bandaged eyes, his tone worried. "How are you holding up? Is it hard getting used to not seeing?"
"Yes, of course. Anyone would feel the same," Reese responded.
Especially with the eyes, someone who could see everything suddenly plunged into darkness, as if forever trapped in their own world. No one would want such a dark time.
Malcolm chuckled softly, "It's okay. From now on, I'll be your eyes. Wherever you want to go, I'll be with you. Isn't there a song that goes, 'I am your eyes...'"
As he spoke, Malcolm started humming. It was the first time Reese had heard him sing, and she found his deep, rich voice surprisingly pleasant. But a question lingered in her mind. "Malcolm," she began tentatively, "have you thought about my eyes healing? What if I never regain my sight..."
"Why would I worry about that? I'm more concerned about your overall health. As long as you're alive, nothing else matters."
Even if Reese never saw again, Malcolm vowed to find the best medical experts to help her. Besides, Reese was a doctor herself; she could handle any challenge. She had even healed Malcolm's difficult leg injury.
Hearing this, Reese felt a void in her heart being filled. She smiled and hugged Malcolm. "Thank you, honey. I don't think it's a big problem. The poison is gone, and if it weren't for those needles, Louis and I might have been captured by Carol and Otis."
"Good, that's a relief. Tomorrow I'll take you to the hospital and have someone protect you. You don't need to worry about Vincent hurting you." Malcolm held Reese tightly, not wanting to let go. He wished this moment could last forever.
Reese snuggled into Malcolm's arms. She was now completely different from the fierce fighter she had been during the day with Carol and Otis.
Sometimes Malcolm found it hard to reconcile the two sides of Reese: a warrior by day and a sweet, delicate kitten by night.
After a moment, Reese asked again, "Do you want to put Vincent in jail? But if he only tried to kill me versus actually harming me, there's a legal difference. These are two different concepts, and the severity of the punishment would be very different."
Malcolm's expression shifted, his brows furrowing and eyes clouding with concern as he gazed at Reese. "Are you seriously considering putting yourself in harm's way? Do you want to take such a risk and let him cause you actual harm?"
"If we don't do that, do you think we can succeed? Just injuring someone doesn't carry a heavy sentence. We both know that," Reese remarked.
If the sentence wasn't severe, it wouldn't be worth it. When Vincent got out after a few years, he would cause even more trouble for them.
Malcolm was resolute. "My goal is to ensure that he faces the consequences he deserves, not to risk your life. If that's the case, I'll find another way without risking you."
Reese knew his personality and didn't push further. "Alright, we'll do it your way."
Malcolm raised his hand to ruffle her hair. "That's my girl. Now listen to me. At home, you call the shots."
Reese was getting used to Malcolm ruffling her hair. It gave her a tangible sense of his presence.
Even though she couldn't see, as long as Malcolm was there, Reese felt she could sleep soundly. Especially at night, when she had nightmares, she could turn over and be enveloped in a warm embrace.
The next day, Alyssa knocked on the door, having learned her lesson this time. "Reese, Malcolm, are you awake?"
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