Chapter 568 Destined to Become a Couple
Lyric grabbed the bedding in a fit of rage and hurled it at him. "Don't call me that! I told you not to say my name!"
The bedding slid silently off the hospital bed and onto the floor.
He was stunned by the look in her eyes.
He noticed her hands and fingers were covered in blood.
Her eyes were red, and tears streamed down her face.
"Della—"
"Get out! Get out!" Lyric covered her ears, veins bulging on her forehead and neck, screaming with all her might.
Daniel tried to step closer. "Della—"
"Get out! Get out! Just leave!" Lyric broke down, sobbing.
Daniel had never seen Della so out of control.
"You're hurt."
"Get out! Get out!" Lyric cried out.
Daniel didn't dare provoke her further. "Okay, I'll come back when you've calmed down."
He looked back at her with every step as he left the room and closed the door.
Sobs echoed from inside the room.
His heart ached, as if pricked by needles. How could he feel so suffocated over a pet?
Inside the hospital room, Lyric curled up, resting her head on her knees, arms wrapped tightly around herself, trembling uncontrollably.
She sobbed bitterly.
She whispered repeatedly, "Baby, I'm sorry; it's all my fault."
The nurses and doctors didn't dare disturb her, fearing she might do something drastic.
Lyric cried herself to exhaustion, her tears dried up, and she fell asleep.
In a daze, she saw a little girl, soft and cuddly, in her arms, smiling with crescent-shaped eyes, wearing a floral dress, calling her softly, "Mommy, Mommy."
The little girl was incredibly beautiful, her body soft as if boneless, her features resembling Daniel's. Her smile even more so.
Lyric's heart melted at the sound of "Mommy."
Suddenly, blood started oozing from the little girl's eyes, nose, and mouth.
The girl's once soft hands sprouted claws, scratching Lyric's face, leaving it marred.
The girl clamped her hands around Lyric's neck.
"It's all your fault I couldn't be born. You evil woman. You should die."
Lyric woke up with a start, realizing it was just a dream.
Her hospital gown was soaked with cold sweat.
She opened her eyes, her face wet with tears.
She noticed her hand had been re-bandaged with an IV needle.
Her bed had been changed with clean, white sheets.
Lyric wiped her tears away with her palm. She muttered to herself, "Baby, I can never have children again. Are you punishing me because you're angry?"
Lyric received a call from Remy the next day at noon.
Remy inquired after her daughter's welfare in Silverbrook—was she maintaining proper nourishment? Finding contentment? Should either have proved lacking, she would need only to return to Regal City where she would always have found sanctuary.
Lyric held the phone, tears welling up again.
She didn't speak, afraid Remy would sense something was wrong and worry.
"Lyric, what's wrong today? Why aren't you talking? It's no fun if I'm the only one talking. Are you mad? I'll take back what I said. If you want to stay in Silverbrook, then stay. Just remember to come home when you're tired. Your dad worries about you every day, afraid you'll get bullied out there. Last night, I had a nightmare that something happened to you. You were covered in blood, saying goodbye to me. I tried to grab you, but you disappeared. It scared me so much I couldn't sleep. That's why I called to check on you."
Lyric bit her lip. Was this the legendary mother-daughter bond?
She had fallen, lost the baby, and Remy had sensed it.
Lyric's throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, unbearably painful. She smiled through her tears, pretending everything was fine. "Mom, I'm okay. I'm doing great."
"Are you really okay? Don't ever let yourself be wronged. You're our only daughter, our precious gem. We've never been harsh with you, not even once. We're just afraid you'll be mistreated out there. The world is too complicated now. People are deceitful, judging others by their status. Away from us, you might be looked down upon. I think you should come back."
"I want to come home. I miss you and Dad," Lyric murmured.
Remy was delighted. "Really?"
"Of course. When have I ever lied to you? But I need a few more days. I still have things to take care of." Her body wasn't fully recovered yet.
If her parents knew, it would only worry them deeply.
"Alright, I'll tell your dad. He'll be over the moon. Lyric, do you remember the boy I mentioned before?" Remy asked.
Lyric smiled, tears still flowing. "Yes, you said we're a perfect match, destined to be together."
"That's right. He's coming to see you next Tuesday. Will you meet him?"
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
"Good girl. You're finally listening."
"Mom, I miss you. I won't run off anymore. I'll stay home with you and Dad." Lyric forced a smile.
"Why are you so sweet today?" Remy laughed.
Lyric, afraid she couldn't hold it together, swallowed her bitterness. "Mom, I have work to do. I'll talk to you later. I'll come home once I resign."
"Take care of yourself. Don't overwork for a lousy company. If you want a job, join our family business. Your dad will personally guide you."
After hanging up, Lyric decided to leave Silverbrook as soon as possible and return to Regal City. She stopped crying and causing trouble. She quietly ate the meals the nurses brought.
She obediently took her medicine and received her IV treatments.
But her smiles grew fewer.
Her eyes colder.
She saw Daniel again two days later.
Perhaps he had heard she had calmed down.
But before Daniel arrived, there was an unexpected visitor.
Margaret, wearing a hospital gown.
She knocked, then pushed the door open, standing at the entrance, smiling at Lyric on the bed. "Della?"
Lyric looked at her, her gaze icy and cold.
So this was the woman Daniel had secretly loved for ten years. Long hair cascading over her shoulders. They both had long hair.
When Margaret smiled, her features did resemble Lyric's a bit.
"I heard you were hurt, so I came to check on you. May I come in?" Margaret asked.
In the past, Lyric would have welcomed and tried to please someone important to Daniel.
Now that she knew she was Margaret's substitute, Lyric felt discontented with her despite Margaret having done nothing wrong. "Get out!"
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