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Chapter 191:
“Wyatt’s in critical condition, and they’ve moved him to the hospital on Kretol’s west side. If you want to do something, this might be your last chance. I’m only passing along what I know—the rest is on you p>
After delivering his message, Jaycob wasted no time and ended the call.
Amelia had hardly left Wyatt’s side since morning. Eventually, the fever that plagued him began to break. Both she and Marc were relieved at that, though Wyatt still showed no signs of regaining consciousness.
Marc made it clear, saying, “If he isn’t awake by six tonight, we’ll need to prepare for another surgery. Otherwise, his best shot at recovery slips away p>
Without thinking, Amelia asked him, “Will the second surgery make him wake up p>
“I don’t know. He’s still in a coma, and the damage to his brain is severe. I just can’t say for certain p>
If even Marc was uncertain, nobody else would offer guarantees. Once Marc stepped out, Amelia’s attention shifted to the relentless ticking of the clock. She whispered prayers, hoping Wyatt might open his eyes. Still, the hours crawled by, daylight fading, and Wyatt never moved.
Soon, there was less than an hour before Marc’s deadline. With the exception of a few rushed trips to the restroom, Amelia never left his bedside. Marc returned and quietly explained that surgery preparations needed to begin, but she stubbornly clung to hope that Wyatt would wake up.
As six o’clock loomed, all her bottled-up worry poured out. With tear-filled eyes, she muttered to Wyatt, “Wake up. Please. I need you to open your eyes.” No matter how desperate her words, Wyatt lay perfectly still.
Just then, a soft rap on the door interrupted her thoughts. A nurse entered, pushing a trolley, and said quietly, “Dr. Chapman asked me to come in. We’ll be starting surgery soon, so I’m here to give the anesthetic p>
𝖳𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇
“Okay,” Amelia replied, stepping aside so the nurse could reach Wyatt’s arm. Carefully, the nurse cleansed his skin with a sterilized cotton swab.
Right as the needle slipped under Wyatt’s skin, Marc burst through the doorway. Shock flashed across his face, quickly giving way to alarm. “Don’t let her do that!” he exclaimed.
Reacting on instinct, Amelia darted over, shoving the nurse aside. Yet by then, half of the liquid in the syringe was already gone.
Marc’s urgent cry brought the bodyguards flooding into the room in seconds. He shot them a look, his tone sharp and demanding answers, and their faces turned pale with panic. The nurse’s disguise had fooled them completely.
Stooping, Marc grabbed the discarded syringe and inspected it, his face shadowed with worry. The sight of Marc’s dark expression sent a chill down Amelia’s spine.
She wasted no time. “What’s in that syringe p>
“It’s a neurotoxin p>
Amelia’s focus snapped to the nurse, who now quivered under the weight of the bodyguards’ hands. Her voice turned cold. “Who ordered you to do this p>
Unable to meet Amelia’s stare, the nurse’s whole body trembled. Still, the memory of promised cash had her digging in her heels. “I’m not telling you anything. You p>
Her protest was cut short as Amelia yanked the syringe from Marc’s grasp. Realization struck the nurse when Amelia brought the needle close to her arm. Terror flickered across the nurse’s face. She kicked and squirmed, but the bodyguards’ hold didn’t budge.
Amelia’s actions also startled Marc. He’d always seen Amelia as gentle, but her boldness now left him speechless.
“What you’re doing could land you in jail!” the nurse shouted, desperation cracking her voice.
When the needle hovered just above the nurse’s arm, panic made her yell, “Please! I’ll tell you everything p>
Only then did Amelia stop. Yet she refused to pull the syringe away, her cold stare demanding the truth from the nurse.