Chapter 23
Three days later.
The doctor made his rounds again. After checking Mary’s vital signs, he frowned at Ralph:
“Mr. Walker, Mrs. Walker’s coma… isn’t physiological anymore.
Perhaps… you could try more extreme measures.”
“What measures?”
“Stimulation.”
The doctor explained, “Intense emotional triggers might revive her consciousness.”
Late at night.
The hospital room door burst open.
Ralph strode in, followed by bodyguards dragging a terrified woman-Karen.
“Kneel.”
Ralph commanded coldly.
Karen’s legs buckled, collapsing before Mary’s bed.
“Mr. Walker… I was wrong!
I truly know I was wrong!”
She sobbed pitifully, her former arrogance vanished.
Ralph didn’t glance at her, bending instead to whisper in Mary’s ear: “Mary, look. I brought her.
How should we deal with her?
Hmm?”
His voice held eerie tenderness as his fingers traced Mary’s cheek.
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“Shall we cut off her hands?
Just open your eyes. I’ll do it for you.”
Karen trembled violently, kowtowing frantically: “Mary!
No-Mrs. Walker, forgive me!
I shouldn’t have scalded you!
Please spare me!”
Blood stained her forehead, yet Mary remained still.
Ralph’s gaze hardened.
He straightened, looking down at Karen with icy detachment: “Seems… she won’t dirty her hands.”
Karen jerked her head up, terror-stricken: “Mr. Walker-”
Ralph’s lips twisted without warmth.
Silent, he nodded. Bodyguards dragged Karen out like a dead dog.
Returning to Mary’s bedside, Ralph clasped her hand, murmuring:
“Mary, see? I’ve cleaned up everyone who hurt you.
Still… won’t you wake?”
Mary lay motionless, indifferent.
Ralph’s fingers trembled. Finally, he pressed his forehead to her hand, voice cracking:
“Mary… what must I do…
Are you really trying to drive me mad?”
Moonlight sifted through the curtains, illuminating Mary’s pallid face.
Her eyelashes fluttered-almost imperceptibly.
Whether unwilling to witness his descent or resolved to end this, her eyes opened.
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“Ralph…”
At that whisper, Ralph’s breath caught.
He lunged for the call button, shouting hoarsely: “Doctor!
Doctor!
She moved!
She’s awake!”
Medical staff flooded the room. Pushed aside, Ralph never wavered his stare from Mary, terrified blinking might erase this reality.
After examination, the doctor turned to Ralph: “Mr. Walker, Mrs. Walker’s vitals are stable. She should discharge in days.”
Ralph’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
When the doctor left, he looked again at Mary on the hospital bed.
Mary’s tearless eyes saw him, her heart surprisingly calm.
He’d lost weight, a shadow of stubble darkening his jaw.
Ralph stepped forward, cautiously touching her face, his hand trembling.
