Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 288

"Beep--"

This sound was a fatal sign as it suddenly rang without warning in the dead of night.

Soren immediately rolled out of the bed. He did not even put on his jacket and went out to see the messy-haired and bare-footed Yvette Wendell.

The two of them looked at each other and their eyes fell on the ICU ward, which was making the noise.

Yvette breathed a small sigh of relief and cast a worried look at Soren.

The commotion was coming from Sieben's room.

After a moment's hesitation, Yvette went back to put on her slippers and simply tied her hair up. She then walked to Soren's side and waited with him.

"It's going to be okay." Yvette understood this feeling of powerlessness as they had to watch their loved ones dance with death.

In the past two days, Shaun and Sieben's condition would deteriorate from time to time. After a while, they were used to it and felt numb to the noise.

Soren originally fished out a cigarette, but when he saw the situation, he threw it into the trash before he lit it up. He was not actually addicted to smoking, but these two days, the stress turned him into a chain-smoker.

A bitter smile appeared on his face. "I know, it’ll be fine." His voice, however, carried a slight uncertainty.

Sieben suffered trauma to the brain, so no one dared to guarantee that she would really be fine.

There was a silence between these two people who were not very familiar with each other.

At this moment, a nurse suddenly rushed out from the ward and said quickly, "The patient seems to be conscious just now and said something. Come, come in with me."

After she said that, she dragged Soren in to change into a sterile gown. Soren had been seeing Sieben frequently these past two days, so he got dressed quickly and went into the room.

Yvette stood in place for a moment and looked at Shaun, who was lying unconscious on the hospital bed, through the glass window. “When will you wake up?”

Before she could finish her sentence, a teardrop quietly rolled down her cheek.

The doctor and nurses surrounded Sieben, whose head was wrapped in gauze. Her hair was shaved to reveal her beautifully curved head. Soren could still see the blood on the gauze.

Soren clenched his fingers and his heart was beating fast. It seemed to take a while for him to move a few steps. Sieben's mouth was indeed moving, but its movement was small and there was no sound coming out.

It looked as if she was desperately trying to say something, but she could not complete her sentence.

"Sieben." Soren did not even dare to touch her as if she was a fragile porcelain doll. "What do you want to say? Wake up and tell me, okay?"

The person on the bed did not respond to him and continued to murmur unconsciously for a while. Soren’s heart just felt like it was being squeezed repeatedly.

He gently held Sieben’s fingers, moving very carefully.

When Soren touched her, he somehow felt that Sieben gently raised her fingers a little, but he was unsure if it was his illusion.

That movement was fleeting and so fast that it felt like it was all his imagination.

When Sieben's condition stabilized, the attending doctor took off his mask and let out a soft sigh.

"The patient's desire to live is extraordinarily tenacious. Although she’s still in a coma, her condition is improving."

Seeing that Soren's deep eyes suddenly lit up, the doctor advised him again, "Young man, don’t be so downcast. Be more optimistic."

Zayn’s eyes swept over him coldly, but his gaze did not linger on Liam and looked behind him. "This is how you welcome your guests? Bring him out!"

The driver-cum-bodyguard, dragged the man out from the trunk and threw him in front of Liam and others like he was a bag of trash.

The smile on Liam's face froze. He stepped forward and lifted the man's face to take a look. "Who is this man? I don’t know him."

As he said that, he looked at the maids and bodyguards behind him. "Have you guys seen him before?"

The servants all spoke English. They heard their master's question and answered in unison, "We’ve never seen him before."

After Liam asked his servants, he turned to look at Zayn and said, "Sorry, this person is not one of us, so I’m not sure what you mean by this, Mr. Guggenheim."

Although they had only met a few times, Zayn knew Liam's character well. Liam seemed gentle and polite, but in fact, he was ruthless.

Zayn did not expect Liam to admit it, but Liam's dazed face earlier gave Zayn a strange feeling.

This punk also said he did not know Liam Wilford. Could it really be that this was not Liam’s doing?

"Someone else gave me a gift, so I’m simply regifting it to you." Zayn's voice was light as he continued, "Since I'm here, I'm not afraid of what you'll do. Where's Lindsey?"

This time, the smile on Liam's face turned into a fake smile. "As I said before, how would I know where your wife is?"

Liam actually thought that Zayn was still patient seeing that he did not come directly to him last night, or that he actually did not care that much about Lindsey and her unborn child. Liam did not expect that after the assassination, Zayn would be so bold as to come directly to his door with only one bodyguard with him.

He could not predict what Zayn wanted to do.