Chapter 972 Vincent, Don't Die
Lily was deep in thought when her assistant entered the living room.
"Ms. Taylor," the assistant said softly, bringing her back to reality.
Lily looked up. "Where's Vincent?"
"After leaving his home, he drove to the club and hasn't come out yet."
Lily sighed with relief. "Seems I misjudged him..."
She stood up, facing her assistant. "Vincent has deep conflicts with the people behind the black market. I can't let him know who they are yet, or it could jeopardize my plans."
Her collaboration with these shadowy figures couldn't afford any mistakes at this critical juncture.
"But..." The assistant hesitated. "Mr. Hamilton seems quite determined. If you won't tell him, he'll investigate himself. That person didn't just meet with you. I'm worried this might create a rift between you and Mr. Hamilton."
Lily shared the concern. "As long as Vincent doesn't have another woman in his life, I still have a chance. Have someone keep a close eye on him. Find out exactly what he's been up to lately."
She couldn't shake the feeling that Vincent was deceiving her—claiming to be at the office when he clearly wasn't.
Where had he really been? Was he truly at the club this whole time?
At Vincent's Villa
Selene received a Facebook message from Vincent saying he'd be home for dinner.
The neighbor had given her fresh vegetables, so she prepared a vegetable pasta. Knowing Vincent's love for meat, she also cooked beef. Everything was ready, just waiting for Vincent's return.
After an hour with no sign of him, the food was getting cold. Selene felt a pang of disappointment.
She reheated the meal and texted Vincent: "Mr. Hamilton, are you still coming home to eat?"
No response.
Worry crept in. What could be wrong? Why wasn't he answering?
Remembering the previous assassination attempt on Vincent, anxiety gripped her. She rose quickly, determined to look for him, though she had no idea where to start or why she cared so much.
If she truly feared him sending her to prison, wouldn't his disappearance—or worse—be a relief? Yet the thought of Vincent in danger troubled her deeply.
Just as she rushed out to the yard, a black sedan pulled up—not the one Vincent had left in earlier. Its front was badly damaged. Selene approached cautiously, noticing what looked like blood on the ground.
Drawing closer, she saw Vincent slumped in the passenger seat, blood dripping from his arm onto the pavement.
"Mr. Hamilton?" Her voice broke with fear as she moved toward him.
Vincent stirred at the sound of her tearful voice, frowning slightly before relaxing.
He'd been targeted right after leaving the club. When Lily returned, he'd suspected the black market operators would accelerate their plans to eliminate him, but he hadn't expected them to move so quickly.
"I'm fine," Vincent said, grasping Selene's wrist.
He hadn't wanted to return home, fearing he would frighten her. But there was nowhere else he wanted to go—this place felt like his only real home.
"I'll call a doctor, an ambulance..." Selene fumbled for her phone.
"If you want me to die faster, sure, call an ambulance," Vincent muttered as he struggled out of the car, leaning his weight against Selene, one hand clutching his shoulder. "Home..." His voice was hoarse.
Selene nodded, terrified, as she helped him inside.
Vincent's injuries weren't life-threatening, but the intense car chase, the crash, his throbbing head, shoulder pain, and blood loss combined to make him collapse unconscious on the sofa.
Panicked and afraid to call emergency services directly, Selene called Liam for help.
"What are you saying? Vincent is seriously injured? I should break out the champagne..." Liam's schadenfreude was cut short by Selene's sobs.
"Stop laughing! It's really bad—he's unconscious and covered in blood," she cried.
Liam regained his composure. He wanted to teach Vincent a lesson, not see him dead. "Is it the same people as last time?"
He knew someone had been trying to kill Vincent.
"I don't know. He won't let me call an ambulance," Selene replied through tears.
"Selene, stay calm. First, treat his wounds and stop the bleeding. I'll figure something out," Liam said before hanging up. He immediately called Ethan. "And keep him awake—he needs to stay conscious."
Life-or-death situations transcended personal grudges.
Selene, inexperienced with such trauma, cried as she removed Vincent's clothes. With his black suit jacket off, his white shirt was soaked crimson—a terrifying sight. A shard of glass had pierced where his left chest met his shoulder, causing the main bleeding.
Sobbing, she pressed a towel against the wound, afraid to move as she waited for Liam.
"Vincent, please don't die," she pleaded. "If you die, I'll sell your computer... I'll run away with your advance payment..."
Her fears spiraled as she imagined the worst.
"Not dying..." Vincent weakly replied, managing a pained smile despite finding her noise somewhat irritating.
"Don't fall asleep," Selene urged, watching him intently. "Talk to me."
Vincent knew he shouldn't sleep now—Selene would be terrified if he did. Seeing her cry stirred something in him. After all these years, he was experiencing what it felt like to be hurt yet worry about someone else's distress.
"Don't cry..."
This only made Selene weep harder.
"What do you want me to say?" Vincent asked, his pale, cold hand reaching to wipe away her tears.
"Anything. Just don't sleep," Selene insisted, pressing on the wound as she spoke through her tears.
Vincent winced in pain and whispered, "Selene... that glass... you're pushing it in deeper..."
He couldn't bear to tell her that the shard had initially penetrated only about two centimeters below the skin, but now it was much deeper.
Selene jerked her hands away in horror. "What—what should I do?"
"It's fine now... I won't die," Vincent smiled. "Just kidding."
Selene knelt helplessly beside the sofa, staring at him. "You won't die, will you?"
Vincent sighed. "No... what would you do if I did?"
Selene's mind went blank. She almost blurted out, "What am I to you? If you died, I'd just run away." But seeing his suffering, she couldn't bring herself to say it.
As Vincent's condition deteriorated and he began to lose consciousness, Selene had a flash of inspiration. "Vincent, are you still lucid? Don't sleep. Tell me your bank card PIN and your safe combination."
Vincent laughed despite the pain. "Only my wife gets to know those things... I'll tell you... if you marry me?"
Selene was horrified. "I'm trying to save your life, don't drag me into this..."
The thought of being his wife seemed like a curse—having to tolerate all those other women in his life.
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