Chapter 1183
Zane took a series of deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, struggling to suppress the anger bubbling inside him.
Despite his own pain, he comforted Winona, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got you. No one can hurt you while I’m here p>
Winona snuggled into Zane’s arms like a content kitten, murmuring her agreement, “Mmmhmm.” It was hard to believe this was the same woman who had been a fierce warrior just moments earlier!
After ushering the doctor and nurses out of the room, Zane spent some time soothing Winona’s nerves. Once she seemed calm enough, he hobbled over to the door, his leg still bleeding profusely.
“My wound’s opened up. I need it re-bandaged, stat!” he called out.
The doctor suggested taking him to a treatment room, but Zane shook his head, “No, do it here. My wife can’t be left alone right now. She might panic if I’m not around p>
The doctor advised, “Her emotions are volatile. It might not be wise to stay in the same room with her p>
Zane furrowed his brow, “I’ll manage p>
“Alright, hold still then. We’ll take care of your leg first p>
“Got it p>
Winona lay quietly on the hospital bed, listening to the conversation and the sound of Zane gritting his teeth through the pain. Her expression remained calm, but her eyes held a storm.
Did it hurt? This was just the beginning. The real pain was yet to come.
Meanwhile, at Number One Mansion, Elliot and Evan peered over Elijah’s shoulder at his computer screen with a grin. “Winona’s quite the actress. She’s giving that dirtbag exactly what he deserves p>
“Let’s stir things up a bit ourselves, give Winona a little boost!” Elijah suggested.
“Yeah p>
The trio huddled together, their whispers filled with mischief.
Back at the hospital, after getting his leg wrapped up, Zane returned to the room and splashed his face with water in the bathroom, trying to cool down.
He turned on the faucet, bent down, and-
Whoa, the water was scalding hot!
Zane yelped in pain and fell backward onto the bathroom floor. Before he could gather his wits, his hand landed on something soft and squishy.
Looking down, he saw a sleek, black snake coiled beside him, its forked tongue flicking menacingly. It was clearly venomous, the kind that could end a life with a single bite!
“Ahhh—” Zane screamed, scrambling out of the bathroom.
He stumbled into the room, only to catch sight of a ghastly figure outside the window, scarred beyond recognition, staring at him with eyes like a devil’s.
His heart leapt into his throat! This was the eighteenth floor-how on earth could anyone be out there p>
But in the blink of an eye, the figure was gone.
Did he just imagine it?
Zane approached the window cautiously to investigate. No sooner had he leaned in than the horrifying face reappeared, just inches away, separated only by the glass.
“Ahhh—” Zane shrieked again, stumbling backward so quickly he fell painfully onto the floor, his tailbone protesting loudly.
“Darling?” Winona asked, puzzled as she watched Zane.
She was sure she hadn’t done anything just now. What on earth was happening to him?
Zane, pale as a ghost and visibly shaking, stammered, “There’s a ghost! Winona, there’s a ghost p>
Winona just sighed. She had no idea what was going on with him, but she couldn’t deny the satisfaction she felt.
Back at Number One Mansion, Elysia tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. She was worried about Winona being alone with Zane. He wasn’t just a jerk; he was downright dangerous!
Tarquin, trying to put her mind at ease, showed her the hospital’s surveillance footage. Watching Zane being tormented lifted her spirits considerably.
The next morning, Elysia woke up early, made some breakfast, and headed to the hospital to see Winona. The kids were still asleep, so Tarquin accompanied her.