Chapter 575 Daniel, Stay Here with Me
Daniel woke up three days later.
During his deep sleep, he felt like he was watching from above, observing himself and Della as they traveled back in time.
He kissed her gently, and she shyly pushed him away, her cheeks flushed, looking every bit the bashful young woman.
"Daniel, I don't want a relationship that's all about wild nights and then nothing during the day. If you want to kiss me, it has to be because we're openly together. Do you get that, Daniel?"
In the dream, Daniel had all his memories. His eyes reddened as he traced her beautiful features with his fingers. How could he not understand? Della wanted an equal relationship, one that aimed for marriage.
"I get it, Della. Let's be together."
Under the dim glow of a night lamp, their faces drew closer, and they kissed passionately.
The scene shifted. One day, she handed him a pregnancy test result, and he found out she was pregnant.
He prepared a huge surprise for her, inviting Raymond and Margaret to witness his proposal. Della cried tears of joy as she put on the ring he had chosen.
The wedding was very grand. Many friends attended, and he couldn't take his eyes off Della in her wedding dress, shining like a pearl.
Under the officiant's guidance and the guests' cheers, she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him back. As she kissed him, she whispered in a voice only they could hear:
"Daniel, stay with me. Don't ever leave me."
"Okay."
Perhaps this dream was too perfect, making up for all his guilt and regrets. In the dream, there was no harsh reality—she didn't have a miscarriage, nor did she fall down the stairs during an argument, leading to lifelong infertility.
Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name repeatedly.
The voices were too loud to ignore.
So he woke up.
He found himself in a hospital room, hooked up to various machines, with an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose.
The smell of disinfectant in the air made him frown in discomfort.
Despite his severe injuries, he felt no pain. He stared at the IV drip, guessing it contained anti-inflammatory and pain-relief medication.
"Daniel, you're finally awake. You scared us to death," a girl sobbed.
Daniel turned his head towards the voice and saw Margaret standing next to Raymond, her arm covering her tear-streaked face, looking very worried about him.
He carefully observed Margaret and realized she didn't resemble Della as much as he had thought. His obsession with Margaret had diminished significantly.
His throat was dry and sore, but he tried to speak, wanting to tell her not to cry, that he was okay.
As he spoke, the oxygen mask fogged up.
Raymond frowned and looked at Daniel. "You're usually so cautious. What happened this time? Why were you speeding? You didn't wait for the doctor and rushed to the hospital yourself, even in the rain? Do you know how serious your injuries are? The car accident broke two of your ribs, and the bones punctured your lung. Didn't it hurt? You were still rushing to the hospital like your life depended on it. Are you out of your mind?"
Daniel forced a smile. No wonder he had bled so much and felt such excruciating pain at the time.
But what did it matter how badly he was hurt? He still couldn't keep Della.
She probably hated him now. Even if he died in front of her, she wouldn't bat an eye.
Margaret hit Raymond's arm. "Raymond, that's enough. Daniel's a patient. Can you ease up?"
Raymond, always quick with his words, smirked and continued to taunt Daniel. "Is this all because of Della? I heard she was discharged from the hospital recently."
Daniel finally realized that Della's discharge had happened a few days ago.
The janitor had lied to him.
"You didn't know she was discharged? Strange, she hasn't come to see you at all. Maybe she has a new boyfriend? I told you before, as someone who's been through it, to treat Della well. You didn't listen."
Raymond seized the opportunity to lecture. "I told you to introduce Della to us, but you kept her hidden like you were afraid she'd see the light of day. If I were her, I'd be mad too. I wouldn't want you either. She must have realized you were trying to make her look like Margaret. You're too insincere in relationships, too deceitful. When I had issues with Margaret, you understood everything and kept telling me to treat my wife well. Why did you knowingly make the same mistakes?"
Margaret glared at him. "Raymond, whose side are you on?"
"I'm on Della's side. He did wrong, and I can't say anything? Why not? He never missed a chance to lecture me before," Raymond said deliberately.
Margaret, exasperated, twisted his arm. "He's sick. Can't you say less? This is his personal matter. Why are you meddling? Didn't you teach me not to interfere?"
Raymond finally shut up.
Margaret looked at Daniel on the bed. "Daniel, don't take it to heart. He means well, but he doesn't know when to stop. Get some rest. We'll come back in a few days."
She pulled Raymond to leave, afraid he'd say something else unhelpful.
Before leaving, Raymond, feeling sorry for Daniel, couldn't help but offer some advice. "This car accident was a big deal. Della probably knows about it. It's a good chance to test her feelings for you. If she still wants to be with you, she'll come to the hospital. Spread some false news, scare her a bit, and maybe she'll come to you."
Daniel took his words to heart. Yes, if she knew he was in a terrible state, she would definitely show up.
As they left the room, Margaret and Raymond walked down the hallway. She asked, "Honey, do you think Della will come to see Daniel?"
"You're asking me?" Raymond raised an eyebrow.
"Yes."
"I'm not a fortune teller. How would I know?" He wrapped his arm around her waist and headed towards the elevator.
Margaret twisted his arm again. "Then why did you give such a bad idea? You weren't even sure, and you told him."
"How will we know if we don't try? If I were Della, I wouldn't come. There are plenty of men in the world."
"Can any man compare to Daniel?" Margaret was displeased.
Raymond chuckled. "Margaret, although I can't remember where I met Della, she does seem familiar. Have you considered that anyone I've met can't be that bad? Della's demeanor doesn't seem like she came from a poor background. That's why I told you not to offend her."
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