Chapter 908 Hannah Compromises
Lisa was out on the balcony, hanging clothes. When she heard what was said, she just froze, gripping the clothesline pole like it was a lifeline, totally forgetting to move.
It felt like the air itself had hit pause.
After what seemed like forever, Quentin finally broke the silence, "Wait, what did you just say? He's in a vegetative state?"
Austin, realizing he’d messed up big time, quickly tried to backtrack, "No, no, you got it wrong. He wasn’t born like this. He had a car accident recently, messed up his brain! But the doc says there's a good chance he'll wake up. He’s not gonna be like this forever. I believe he’ll wake up."
The more he talked, the more tangled up it got.
Before he could finish, Quentin swiped the teacup off the bedside table, smashing it into a million pieces on the floor.
Quentin yelled, "Break up! Break up with him right now."
"Dad," Hannah said, clearly annoyed, wanting to explain, but she knew no matter what she said, as long as Charles was out cold, her words were useless.
Quentin’s face was stormy.
Quentin fumed, "I never liked you two together from the start. Now that I know he's in a vegetative state, there's no way I can agree! Hannah, do you even know what it takes to care for someone like that? You’ll drain all your energy on him. If he wakes up, fine. But if he doesn’t, your life’s over."
Just then, Lisa came in from outside, all fired up. "Your dad’s right. If he was a normal guy, at least he could take care of himself and make some money! Now you’re telling me he’s in a vegetative state. Not only can’t he make money, but you also have to support him. Are you out of your mind? Why would you throw your life away? We raised you so that when we’re old and can’t move, you can take care of us and maybe help your brother. Now you’re dating a guy in a vegetative state, putting all your energy on him. How will you have time for us? No way, we’re not agreeing to this!"
Hannah, desperate, said, "He doesn’t need me to support him. His family’s loaded, and Charles himself is rich."
The Langley family is rolling in dough, and Charles is no different.
How could he need her to support him?
Lisa sneered, "You’ve been duped. These days, guys sweet-talk and brag to trick women. They see you as naive and easily swayed by money."
Hannah shot back, "No, it’s not like that."
But she knew no matter what she said, Lisa and Quentin wouldn’t listen.
Quentin threw the insulated lunch box off the bedside table, sending its contents flying.
His face was beet red, chest heaving. He was so mad, he started to stutter.
Quentin stammered, "Break up... If you don’t break up, I won’t recognize you as my daughter..."
Hannah saw something was wrong and rushed over.
"Dad, what’s wrong?"
Quentin pushed her hand away, clutching his chest with one hand, pointing at her with the other, veins popping on his forehead, eyes bloodshot.
He looked awful.
Hannah panicked, tears streaming down her face, "Dad, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me."
Quentin’s face went from red to a deep, scary red.
He struggled to say, "Break up, break up."
Then his hand fell limp, and he slumped to the side of the hospital bed.
"Dad!" Hannah screamed, rushing over in a total panic.
Lisa was in shock, rushing over and shaking his arm like crazy, "Quentin, what's wrong? Quentin, wake up, don’t scare me."
Austin saw things were going south fast and bolted to get the doctor.
Hannah was a mess, tears streaming down her face, "Dad, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, please wake up."
Lisa shoved her away, furious, "This is all your fault. If it weren’t for you, your dad wouldn’t be this mad. If you love that guy so much, then go. Be with him, we don’t care about you anymore. We’ll act like you never existed."
"Mom," Hannah cried, crawling back towards the hospital bed.
But Lisa wasn’t having it, pushing her away again, yelling, "Get out, I said get out! You ungrateful brat. We raised you, and this is how you repay us? You made your dad this mad over some guy!"
Hannah crumpled to the floor.
She thought, 'Do I really have to choose? Do I really have to leave Charles? Why is everyone pushing me? Why?'
After what felt like forever, the doctor and nurses finally showed up.
Quentin’s condition was worse this time, and after a whirlwind of activity, they rushed him into the operating room.
Hannah sat on the bench outside, sobbing.
She cried for her dad, and because she felt trapped. If she jumped, it was into a bottomless pit, but there was no way back.
Lisa wanted to yell at her, but with Austin there, she just stood outside, fuming in silence.
Time dragged on.
Every minute felt like torture.
Finally, the operating room door swung open.
The doctor came out first.
Lisa, Hannah, and Austin crowded around him. Lisa was the first to speak, "Doctor, how’s my husband?"
The doctor looked grim, his tone sharp, "Didn’t I say? The patient can’t be stressed or angry right now. It’s only been a few days, and this is the third time! Do you want him to die? If that’s the case, just say it. Next time, I won’t save him."
Hannah’s face went pale from the doctor’s scolding, her body shaking.
Austin felt bad for her, put a hand on her shoulder, gently patted her, then said to the doctor, "We get it, we’ll be careful!"
The doctor said sternly, "Remember, don’t make him angry again, or even God can’t help."
"We understand!" Austin and Lisa replied, and the doctor finally left.
Lisa shot daggers at Hannah, snapping, "Did you hear that? If you want your dad to live longer, don’t make him angry again."
Hannah bit her lip hard, staying silent.
After a while, the nurse wheeled Quentin out of the operating room.
Hannah wanted to go over, but Lisa pushed her away.
Helpless, she could only follow quietly behind.
This time, Quentin’s condition was way worse than before. He stayed unconscious for a whole day before slowly coming to.
And he was still hung up on Hannah’s situation. The first thing he said when he woke up was, "Break up, you have to break up with him right now."
His voice was raspy from the long coma, barely audible.
Hannah stood quietly to the side, tears falling, feeling like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, with cold winds whipping around her.
And two fierce tigers were behind her.
She had no other choice. With the tigers pushing her, she could only jump. Even if it was a bottomless pit, she had to jump.
"Fine, I promise you, I’ll break up with him."
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