Chapter 535 The Dead Are Most Loyal
Justin regained his composure after a moment.
He confirmed that the nurse before him was merely impatient and had no intention of turning into anything horrific.
With a hoarse voice, he spoke up, “Are you saying I’ve been in your hospital this whole time?”
“What else would it be?” the nurse asked frowning. “Do you need to contact your family? You don’t seem to be in your right mind.”
In a split second, Justin called all three sons from the nurse’s station.
Only Chris picked up.
Half an hour later, Chris arrived at the hospital and, guided by the nurse, and settled Justin’s hospital bill.
“Your father seems a bit off in the head, does he have a mental illness?” the nurse inquired. “Ever since he woke up, he's been jumpy, muttering about ghosts and whatnot...”
The hospital was no stranger to eerie tales.
The nurse was quite brave, but even she felt unnerved by Justin's bizarre ramblings.
A flicker of strangeness passed through Chris's eyes.
He then nodded politely. “He's never had issues before, but he’s getting on in years, and there have been some business troubles lately... You’ve given me a heads-up. I’ll make sure he gets checked out.”
With that said, Chris made his way to the ward.
As he pushed open the door, Justin got startled again.
He sprang up from the bed, backed up against the wall, and hid in the corner.
Seeing it was Chris, Justin sighed in relief but his expression darkened.
“Why did you take so long to get here?”
“I got held up outside by the payment process.” Chris glanced at him. “How did you end up like this?”
“How dare you ask?” Justin fumed. “Go find me the best lawyer right now, I'm going to sue Kenny!”
“What are you talking about?” Chris's brows furrowed.
“The wound on my forehead, Kenny caused it!” Justin shouted.
He had been sitting here, thinking hard for quite some time.
Perhaps, Selena and Anne, and the one floating in the water, was probably Maria who he saw were all hallucinations.
It might be because Kenny hit his head.
It must have damaged the nerves.
After all these years, it was the first time he had such a dream.
He never felt guilty about those women; he never dreamed of them.
It was the blow to the head from Kenny that caused it.
“Why are you looking for Kenny?” Chris's face turned menacing. “Did you tell him about Thalassa?”
"Not only did I tell him, I showed him the photos. But, Kenny isn't even a man, he knew all about your fling with Thalassa!" Justin was incensed at the thought. "And his parents, they're off their rockers too, not the slightest sense of shame about Thalassa, treating her like she's some kind of treasure!"
"Justin!"
Chris couldn't take it anymore. With a roar, he lunged forward and grabbed Justin by the collar, his eyes bloodshot and furious.
"How can you be so shameless? Why?"
"Let go!" Justin shoved Chris away forcefully.
"Me, shameless? You're the one who's a waste!" Justin straightened his collar. "If I were in your shoes, even if I was getting married to someone else, I wouldn't let her mess around with other guys. The dead are the most loyal, you know?"
A blast resounded in Chris's head.
His memory was yanked back to the afternoon his mother had died.
In front of the crematory, Chris was crying his heart out when Justin, who stood by his side, wiped his tears and said, "Son, there's no need to be upset. You won’t have to worry about mom leaving you anymore. The dead are the most loyal."
Chris felt a sharp pain clutch his chest.
Memories that he had locked away in his youth, too painful to confront, surged forth uncontrollably.
He remembered why his mom got pregnant with Walker.
Because of him, Justin knew she was about to leave.
He had locked her up.
Initially, every night, he could hear his mom's agonized cries of resistance.
Then, came Chris.
His mom turned into a walking corpse, growing thinner by the day, yet her belly swelled larger and larger.
Chris remembered being terrified seeing his mother like that, crying and apologizing to her.
He thought back to the look she gave him.
Disgust, indifference.
Then, she snapped, tackling him to the ground, her hands throttling his neck.
She was too forceful, too ferocious.
Chris could feel it clearly; she wanted him dead.
She hated him.
Just as he was about to succumb, Justin came back.
Justin cursed as he pulled her away, and through it all she didn't utter a single word, just that resentful gaze piercing him.
Chris clutched his chest, gasping for air.
He collapsed onto the sofa in the hospital room.
When he saw her again after that day, it was after she had given birth.
Walker was born in a spring lush with blossoming flowers.
Justin probably wanted to cheer her up a bit, picking a room in the maternity center with a view of cherry blossoms right outside the window.
When he went to see her, she lay there, withered, staring blankly out the window without blinking.
He approached her, crying, and asked, "Mom, you hate me, don't you?"
His mother didn't even look at him.
Staring at the cherry blossoms, she said, "Of course, you are the evidence of his violation against me. Because of you, I had no choice but to marry him. Every day since, I had to endure his violations, or else he would threaten to harm you..."
At this point, she finally looked at Chris. "I know I've been protecting you, always have. But you? You cut off my path to my lover and freedom. Of course, I hate you. If I could choose again, I would kill you while you were still in my womb, even at the cost of my own life. You are as guilty as Justin."
For the first time, his gentle mother lashed out at him with such venomous words.
Chris was terrified.
He recalled the painful cries of his mother in the night.
Fall arrived and once again, he discovered that his mother had been in contact with that man.
This time, he chose to protect her by keeping it a secret.
He thought that perhaps this time, his mother could finally run toward the freedom and love she yearned for.
However, it didn't happen.
A week later, she died.
"Goodness, sir, what's wrong with you?"
The nurse, hearing the commotion, hurried over.
She was startled to find Chris clutching his chest, slumped on the sofa, his face pale and sweating profusely.
"I'm... okay..." Chris caught his breath.
He finally understood why he had been resisting intimate relationships all these years. To him, they were intrinsically linked to sin and pain.
Thalassa had healed him with all her might.
Then Justin, that demon, intended to use him to destroy her life.
Once the nurse was sure Chris was alright, she scolded sternly, "This is a hospital ward. Keep it down."
"Sorry." Chris slowly regained his composure.
Anger wouldn't solve anything.
The nurse soon left.
Justin sat on the hospital bed, looking disdainfully at Chris, who had become such a mess from just a little push.
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