Chapter 492 Awakening
Charles slowly opened his eyes. His body appeared fragile, his pale face indicating that life could fade at any moment, but his deep-set eyes retained a sharp clarity. Despite just emerging from a coma, he had attentively heard the argument between George and Jack.
"Jack," Charles's voice was icy and slightly slurred, "from today on, you are no longer part of the Russell family. Never come back!"
Charles spoke each word deliberately, ensuring everyone could hear him clearly.
George was stunned. Charles hadn't been able to speak for a long time, only making simple sounds. He never expected that after taking Micah's medicine, Charles would be able to talk again.
Was this not a miracle?
Charles's voice wasn't lou d, but it was filled with an undeniable finality.
Jack stood there, speechless and shocked. He never imagined Charles would wake up at this critical moment, let alone say such heartless words. His face twisted in a grotesque mix of disbelief and rapidly escalating rage.
"Who do you think you are!" Jack screamed hysterically, "I bet you're just having a last burst of energy before you die! You'll be dead in a couple of days, and then let's see who can stop me!"
He spat out his final, venomous declaration. "Since you don't want me, from today on, I, Jack, sever all ties with the Russell family! Forever!" Each word dripped with seething resentment and determination.
Charles watched him calmly, his cloudy eyes showing no emotion, as if he were looking at a complete stranger. "Fine."
His straightforward response immediately broke the last remaining connection between Jack and the Russell family. The entire room fell into a terrifying silence, as if even the air had frozen.
In the silence, Charles suddenly began to cough violently. Each cough seemed to drain all his strength, his chest heaving as if he might stop breathing at any moment. The harsh, dry sound of his coughing was especially jarring in the quiet room.
George immediately stepped forward, gently patting Charles's back, "Grandpa, take it easy, don't get too worked up."
Charles took a moment to catch his breath, his breathing gradually stabilizing. He looked around the room with a calm gaze and said indifferently, "Don't worry, I'm fine. George, I've completely given up on Jack."
Outside the room, the medical staff were in an uproar.
A senior attending physician excitedly told a colleague, "This is nothing short of a medical miracle!"
However, an older neurology associate director disagreed: "I don't think so. This is clearly a last burst of energy before death!" He sneered, "I've been in medicine for decades, seen it all. Elderly patients having a false recovery before death is nothing new."
A young intern retorted, "How can you make such a conclusion? This is clearly a medical breakthrough!"
"Medical breakthrough?" the neurologist scoffed, "I call it wishful thinking. Charles's brain waves were flatlined, and now he's awake and talking? It's a joke!"
People began to argue. One side believed it was a medical miracle, while the other insisted it was just a last burst of energy.
The neurologist continued, "His brain wave activity was almost completely flat. According to international medical standards, he could have been declared clinically dead. Now he's not only awake but communicating clearly, which defies all known medical conventions!"
A nurse whispered, "Did you hear? The doctor treating Charles is said to be more like a god than a regular doctor."
"Yeah, I heard that too!" another nurse chimed in, "They say he can diagnose complex illnesses with just a glance. It's unbelievable!"
The hospital director arrived in person, signaling others to step back, his gaze falling on Micah.
Micah ignored him and instead whispered to George, "Mr. Charles Russell's condition is still unstable and may fluctuate. If he loses the ability to speak again, it's normal. Just make sure he rests well."
George's brow furrowed slightly.
"Lose the ability to speak again?" A wave of worry surged in him. He hoped Charles would recover but feared this might be just a fleeting moment.
Micah and the hospital director then entered a quiet office. What they discussed remained unknown. Outside the room, the debate continued, with the medical community embroiled in a heated discussion about the miracle of life.
Even George wasn't sure if what he was witnessing was a miracle or just a last burst of energy.
Of course, these medical debates had nothing to do with the Russell family members in the room.
They only cared about the result. No matter the method, as long as Charles was awake, it was enough.
Charles weakly asked, "Where's Emma?"
George's expression froze, as if captured in a moment. He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, and slowly replied, "Emma has gone back to Sunterra with Michael." Each word seemed to be painfully squeezed from his throat.
Charles's eyes instantly lost all their light, as if all life had been drained from him.
He began to tremble violently, his entire body wracked with an indescribable pain. Then, he lost the ability to speak again, his eyes becoming vacant once more.
At that moment, the Russell family's butler, Clifford, hurried in.
This loyal butler, who had been with Charles for decades, had been sent away when the Russell family encountered trouble. He had only learned of Charles's condition yesterday and rushed back overnight. His hair was completely white, but his eyes still shone with loyalty to Charles.
After hearing George's words, he earnestly pleaded, "Mr. George Russell, Mr. Charles Russell may have very little time left. Could you contact Emma and let her see Mr. Charles Russell one last time? It might be his final wish."
George's face was expressionless, like a cold statue: "No need."
"But..." Clifford tried to say more.
George cut him off coldly, "I said no need. Emma has a new life now, and I won't disturb her."
Clifford sighed and stood silently to the side.
Many assumed this was just Charles's last burst of energy, and Clifford only wanted to fulfill Charles's final wish. However, George was determined not to disturb Emma.
The room fell into a suffocating silence once more, as if time itself had stopped.
No one noticed a small figure quietly slipping out of the room.
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