Chapter 445
The moment Dexter woke up, all her secrets would be exposed. When that happened, Kayla knew there was no way the Fuller couple would let her stay in the family.
Her heart raced wildly, her panic palpable. She didn’t even hear Myra calling her name until they were back in the hospital ward. Dexter was wheeled in and placed on the bed now that he was stable.
Should she just kill him?
The thought raged in Kayla’s mind, growing more insistent with every passing second. Her hands twitched, and she almost gave in to the urge that clawed at her from the inside.
However, Myra’s presence was like a wall. It was impossible to scale or break.
There wasn’t even a plausible excuse to get her out of the room.
Kayla’s panic mounted. Her chest tightened as regret and frustration churned within her. What had she been thinking earlier?
In that split second of rashness, she exposed the map and risked herself. Now, she was trapped and caught between two disastrous outcomes with no other option. While Kayla spiraled in her frantic thoughts, a faint movement from the hospital bed snapped her attention back.
Dexter stirred, his fingers twitching before his eyes slowly fluttered open.
“Darling, you’re finally awake! How do you feel? Does anything hurt?” Myra’s voice brimmed with relief as she grasped Dexter’s hand tightly.
Dexter didn’t so much as glance at Myra. His vacant eyes were fixed on the ceiling, unblinking. They looked utterly lifeless.
No matter how many times she called his name, there was no response.
Myra felt a growing sense of unease. Without hesitation, she called for the doctor, but the results only shattered her even further.
“The patient had already suffered severe trauma to the head, and the recent near–suffocation likely triggered psychological damage from external stimuli…
As the doctor finished his sentence, Myra staggered, nearly collapsing under the weight of his words.
How could this happen? How was this even possible?
Myra was about to lose it as she said, “Doctor, please! Do something! Whatever it takes–medications, surgeries, even the most expensive equipment… I don’t care about the cost. I just want him to get better!”
“Mrs. Fuller, I understand how you feel, but it’s not a matter of money. Given your husband’s condition, there’s… no hope for recovery.”
Myra was speechless.
There was no hope for recovery…
Those words hit her like a punch to the gut.
Myra stared blankly at Dexter lying on the hospital bed. He stared back at her, chin.
his eyes wide and vacant. He was even grinning foolishly as drool dripped down his
He mumbled incoherently, and his words were nothing more than garbled sounds.
Myra closed her eyes tightly because she didn’t know how to process this terrible news.
After a few moments, she began to steady herself, slowly accepting the harsh reality. She thought to herself, “It’s okay. It doesn’t matter. As long as he’s still here, that’s enough.”
Then, she took a few tissues and gently wiped the drool from Dexter’s chin. Her movements and expression were filled with tenderness.
As Kayla watched the scene unfold, her heart raced.
This was absolutely perfect!
Dexter had become a fool!
With Dexter in this state, no one would ever learn about the map. She no longer had to worry about him “waking up” and coming after her for revenge.
Kayla pretended to wipe away her tears and said with a trembling voice, “Mom, now that Dad is like this… What are we going to do?”
“It’s okay. I’m still here. Kayla, you’ve been through enough. Go home and rest. I’ll stay here with your father. I won’t be going back for a while, so take care of
yourself.”
Though Myra sounded tired, if one listened closely, there was more resilience and calmness than fatigue in her voice.
The events she had faced had changed her, yet in some ways, she remained the same.
However, Kayla was too absorbed in her own concerns to notice the subtle shift. She didn’t see the deeper look Myra gave her, one that held more meaning than she could possibly understand.
