Chapter 620 Begging Him
The atmosphere in the car was suffocating, as if the very air had turned to lead.
The temperature seemed to have plummeted to freezing. No one spoke—only the engine's steady hum and the whisper of tires against asphalt filled the void as they drove through the empty streets.
Clifford sat in the back seat, his expression rigid as stone. His eyes were fixed on the passing landscape outside, revealing traces of exhaustion and bewilderment.
Felix and Gabrielle occupied the rear seats, their faces grave, maintaining their silence throughout the journey.
The dim interior lighting cast shadows across their features, deepening the severity of their expressions.
The oppressive silence had become an unspoken agreement among the three. Each was lost in their own thoughts, yet none dared break the uncomfortable quiet.
Outside, the darkened scenery rushed past like fleeting time. Inside the cabin, only the speedometer's needle continued its restless dance, a constant reminder that time marched relentlessly forward.
Eventually, the car glided smoothly through the gates of the Hayes Mansion.
The family of three stepped out, walking toward the house in continued silence.
Just as Clifford crossed the threshold and Felix moved to follow, his phone suddenly rang.
Felix pulled out his phone, and his face immediately darkened when he saw the caller ID.
Felix glanced at Gabrielle. "It's Violet."
Gabrielle's face went ashen, and she gestured frantically with a mixture of fear and resignation. "Answer it, quickly! We can't let this situation become irreparable."
Felix released a heavy sigh before accepting the call. "Ms. Swift."
On the other end, Violet's voice was arctic, like a winter wind cutting straight through Felix's heart.
"Mr. Hayes, there were certain things I couldn't say with Clifford present. But upon reflection, I believe a phone conversation would be more appropriate." Her tone carried unmistakable disdain and warning.
Felix gripped the phone nervously, momentarily at a loss for words.
He could feel the threat and arrogance in Violet's voice—that unquestionable authority hammering against his chest with each syllable.
Felix's voice dropped to a subdued tone, almost servile. "Of course. Please, go ahead."
Violet spoke with deliberate precision. "I don't appreciate your family constantly disrupting my peace over this matter. You'd better keep Clifford in line and prevent him from doing anything else that displeases me. When I'm unhappy, even I don't know what I might be capable of."
Each word fell like a razor blade, slicing deep into Felix's heart.
Felix understood that Violet's continued willingness to provide the medication was already a tremendous mercy.
Even if she threatened them, they had no choice but to endure it.
Felix responded, "Understood, Ms. Swift. You have our word—we'll keep a close watch on him. His illness has affected his temperament; he's become more irritable and impulsive than usual. I hope you can show some patience. My wife and I apologize on Clifford's behalf."
Violet remained silent for two seconds on the other end, offering no response before abruptly ending the call.
Felix slipped his phone back into his pocket with a heavy heart, looking up to meet Gabrielle's anxious gaze.
Gabrielle asked urgently, "What happened? What did Violet say?"
Felix exhaled deeply, his shoulders sagging under an invisible weight.
Back in his room, Clifford's complexion had grown even more haggard.
His face was pale, his expression weary, his eyes filled with helplessness and the edge of collapse.
Clifford sank into the room's armchair, his entire body folding inward with an unfamiliar defeat.
A knock came at the door. Clifford opened his mouth to refuse entry, but Felix and Gabrielle had already stepped inside.
Felix and Gabrielle approached, carrying a glass of water and his afternoon dose of medication.
Gabrielle extended the pills toward Clifford, her voice gentle. "Clifford, you haven't taken your afternoon dose yet. Please take it now."
Clifford stared at the medication, a wave of revulsion washing over him.
The thought of consuming these life-saving pills while Yvette struggled with ordinary medication, trapped in agony, drowned him in guilt.
Clifford accepted the pills but didn't put them in his mouth, saying flatly, "I'll take them later."
Felix recognized his intention immediately, his brow furrowing. "Clifford, take them now."
His voice carried an unmistakable command.
The words ignited something in Clifford like a match to gasoline. "I said I'm not taking them right now."
Clifford raised his eyes, meeting Felix's gaze with unwavering determination.
Father and son faced each other like adversaries, neither willing to yield first.
Gabrielle sighed helplessly, tears glistening in her eyes. "Clifford, can't you just be reasonable? Do you really want your father and me to worry ourselves sick over you?"
"Clifford, your obsession with saving some woman who's a complete stranger to us has made you gravely ill. Do you have any idea how much money and effort your mother and I have spent trying to cure you?" Felix's voice rose with emotion. "We can't bear to see you suffer like this, yet you treat your own body as if it means nothing!"
Clifford lowered his head. He knew his stubborn determination caused his parents pain, but he also knew what kind of future awaited Yvette if he didn't find a way to help her.
"Clifford, please, I'm begging you." Gabrielle suddenly broke into sobs. "You're our only son. We simply cannot lose you. For our sake, won't you please take care of yourself?"
Clifford clenched his jaw, his muscles taut, looking at Gabrielle with eyes full of guilt, yet still refusing to relent.
Seeing that words had no effect, Gabrielle pleaded hysterically, "I'm begging you, please! Don't go stirring up trouble with Violet anymore. I don't know what deep grudge she holds against Yvette, but you cannot offend her for Yvette's sake! You cannot let her stop your medication!"
Clifford froze in place, never having imagined that one day his mother would humble herself to plead with him so desperately.
Clifford looked frantically toward Felix, hoping he would help persuade Gabrielle. But Felix, too, pleaded—just as desperately, and with utter humility. "Clifford, I'm begging you too. Please?" his voice cracked with emotion.
Gabrielle's weeping combined with Felix's quiet pleading sent tremors through Clifford's heart.
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