Chapter 909 Hannah Agrees to Marry Austin
Since Hannah agreed to break up, Quentin's face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"On your twentieth birthday, marry Austin!" Quentin's second demand hit like a ton of bricks.
Hannah twisted the hem of her shirt so tight it might rip, her lower lip already bleeding, tasting the metallic tang of blood.
Austin's eyes flashed with satisfaction, but he kept up the act, "We can talk about this later! Let's not push her too hard."
Quentin's voice was like gravel, "I don't want to push her either, but she's young and clueless. She might regret it later. As parents, we gotta make the tough calls, right?"
"But..." Austin tried to say more, but Quentin cut him off and kept the pressure on Hannah.
Quentin said, "Do you agree or not? Your birthday's next month. On that day, you marry Austin! The wedding can wait till after you graduate college!"
The urgent thing was to get hitched first.
Hannah's mind was a mess, replaying the doctor's words.
Thinking Quentin couldn't handle more stress, she didn't want to push him over the edge. Even though she hated it, she gritted her teeth and said, "I agree!"
Quentin visibly relaxed at her words.
Quentin added, "Say it again yourself!"
Hannah, looking like she'd been kicked in the gut, mumbled, "On my birthday next month, I will marry Austin! The wedding will be after I graduate from college."
Quentin nodded, satisfied, and held out his hand, "Unlock your phone and give it to me."
Hannah did as she was told.
Quentin scrolled through her contacts and asked, "What's that guy's name?"
Hannah's lips trembled before she finally said, "Charles!"
Without a second thought, Quentin deleted Charles's number and Facebook contact.
Quentin demanded, "From now on, no contact with him. Cut him off completely."
Hannah bit her lip, staying silent.
Seeing her quiet, Quentin got riled up again.
Quentin shouted, "Do you want to drive me to my grave? If that's what you want, fine. I'll jump off the balcony right now."
He started to get out of bed, heading for the balcony.
Hannah, out of options, closed her eyes and shouted, "I promise you, I promise you, okay?"
Tears streamed down her face, soaking her cheeks in seconds.
Quentin lay back on the hospital bed, satisfied.
Austin kept up his concerned act, "Your health isn't great, don't push yourself. If something happens to you, what will Hannah do? What will Lisa do?"
Quentin seized the moment to praise him, "Look at Austin. No matter what, he always puts us first. Why don't you want a guy like him and keep thinking about a useless loser?"
Hannah had given up fighting.
To Lisa and Quentin, her thoughts, feelings, and opinions didn't matter.
She just had to follow their orders.
Since that was the case, there was no point in fighting.
Quentin knew she was unhappy and tried to comfort her, "I know you're upset and feel like I'm pressuring you! You're still young and don't get it. I've seen all kinds of people and I know human nature! Trust me, you'll thank me later! I'm doing this for your own good."
Hannah stayed silent.
No matter what she said, they wouldn't listen, so why bother?
Seeing her finally give in, Lisa's attitude did a 180, "That's right! Listening to us won't steer you wrong. How could your father and I harm you? Everything we do is for your own good."
Hannah just stood there, head down, eyes closed, like she was in another world. She couldn't hear a word they were saying, couldn't even smell the hospital disinfectant.
Since Hannah caved, Quentin and Lisa were in way better moods.
Before long, Quentin got tired and dozed off.
Lisa nudged Hannah and Austin out the door, "Alright, since Hannah's agreed to patch things up, you two go on a date. I'll handle your dad!"
Hannah didn't want to stick around anyway.
She felt so suffocated she thought she might puke.
When Lisa pushed her, she just went with it and left.
After leaving the hospital room, she walked straight ahead, head down. While waiting for the elevator, Austin started to speak, but she cut him off, "I need to be alone right now!"
With that, she turned towards the stairwell and took the stairs.
After leaving the hospital, even though she was breathing in fresh air, Hannah still felt a tightness in her chest, a strong nausea, and something rising from her throat.
She held it in for a while, but eventually couldn't hold it back, quickly running to a trash can and bending over, retching painfully.
But since she hadn't eaten much in the past two days, she retched for a long time but nothing came out.
After retching for a while, her chest felt somewhat better. She leaned against a nearby tree, opened her mouth wide, and took deep breaths.
She felt like someone who had been rescued from drowning, desperately needing fresh air.
She wanted to cry to vent.
But she found she couldn't make a sound, her tears uncontrollably and silently falling.
In her nineteen years of life, she had never known that living could be so painful.
The heart-wrenching pain seemed to tear her apart.
Feelings of grievance, sadness, sorrow, frustration, and despair surged over her, quickly overwhelming her.
She wanted to die.
She felt a darkness before her eyes, unable to see any light.
But she had many responsibilities on her shoulders, and she didn't even have the right to die.
Hannah turned around, burying her face in the tree. Her fingers curled, and her neatly trimmed nails dug into the bark.
She seemed to feel no pain, even as her nails broke and bright red blood oozed out, she felt nothing.
Austin stood not far behind her, seeing her like this, feeling both heartache and jealousy.
He knew Violet was in great pain now.
But it didn't matter, with time, he could make her forget Charles and completely fall in love with him.
After all, Charles had returned to Sunset Bay, and even if he was a vegetable, Violet wouldn't see him.
He was confident he could slowly make her truly love him.
Austin didn't disturb her, silently standing behind her. After she had cried enough, he hailed a cab for her and another for himself, following her.
Until she returned to her dorm, he stood outside for a while, making sure she wouldn't come down, then turned and left.
Stella rushed back after receiving a call from Hannah's roommate.
Hannah's roommate had said on the phone that Hannah's hand was injured and covered in blood, and she refused to go to the infirmary, just sitting by the window in a daze.
Hannah's roommates were scared and didn't know what to do, so they called Stella for help.
When Stella arrived, Hannah was still sitting by the window.
She hurried over, and upon seeing Hannah's bloody fingers, she was very angry.
Stella asked, "Hannah, what are you doing? Your hands are so injured, why didn't you go to the infirmary? Didn't you go home? What happened? How did you get hurt like this?"
Hearing her voice, Hannah's thoughts slowly returned, and she looked up at Stella.
Seeing her expression, Stella was so scared she almost fell.
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