The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 353

At the hospital, Lionel slumped against the wall outside the emergency room. His legs had given away,

and his eyes had glazed over in shock.

Blood covered both his hands, the residual warmth seeping into his cold bones. He trembled

uncontrollably as his entire being succumbed to fear.

The terror he felt at that moment was like nothing he had experienced before. It was like a black hole

that loomed over him, ready to engulf him at any given time.

The fear was beyond just worry for his sister’s life. A more sinister concern lurked beneath what was

meant to be brotherly care. Lionel had tried to dismiss the thought whenever it surfaced in the past, but

now, it haunted him every second. Is Lia really just a sister to me?

The red light above the doors to the operating theatre turned off.

Lionel scrambled to his feet and waited anxiously for the doctor.

The doctor exited the operating theatre with a frown on his face. He passed Lionel a piece of paper

with the words “Notice of Critical Illness” written in bold at the top of the page.

“You’re the patient’s family, aren’t you? Please sign on this paper. The patient is not in good condition.

The poison has entered her veins, so even if we proceed with a stomach pump, the odds are not

looking good for her. It’d be best if you could prepare yourself to say goodbye.

Treasure your last moments together,” the doctor announced grimly.

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Lionel felt like someone had dropped a bomb on him. There was a ringing in his ears as the world

around him swirled, and it took a long while before he snapped back to his senses.

Signing the notice of critical illness was part of the procedure.

Lionel stared blankly at the paper but did not move to accept it. “Sir, please sign on the paper,” the

doctor urged.

“Impossible!” Lionel exploded all of a sudden. “You’re spouting nonsense! Lia is perfectly fine; it’s

impossible that you can’t save her! You must be incompetent. I don’t believe a single word you say! I’m

going to transfer Lia to another hospital, and I’ll find a doctor that actually knows what he’s doing!” he

bellowed.

The doctor was no stranger to death.

Transferring Lia to a different facility would do more harm than good, and the process would take up

precious time that could have been spent with family.

“My deepest condolences,” the doctor said solemnly.

“I’ll beat you up if you utter another word! Do you hear me?” Lionel was on the brink of insanity. He

clutched the doctor’s lapels and raised a fist to punch him.

At the hospital, Lionel slumped against the wall outside the emergency room. His legs had given away,

and his eyes had glazed over in shock.

Blood covered both his hands, the residual warmth seeping into his cold bones. He trembled

uncontrollably as his entire being succumbed to fear.

The terror he felt at that moment was like nothing he had experienced before. It was like a black hole

that loomed over him, ready to engulf him at any given time.

The fear was beyond just worry for his sister’s life. A more sinister concern lurked beneath what was

meant to be brotherly care. Lionel had tried to dismiss the thought whenever it surfaced in the past, but

now, it haunted him every second. Is Lia really just a sister to me?

The red light above the doors to the operating theatre turned off.

Lionel scrambled to his feet and waited anxiously for the doctor.

The doctor exited the operating theatre with a frown on his face. He passed Lionel a piece of paper

with the words “Notice of Critical Illness” written in bold at the top of the page.

“You’re the patient’s family, aren’t you? Please sign on this paper. The patient is not in good condition.

The poison has entered her veins, so even if we proceed with a stomach pump, the odds are not

looking good for her. It’d be best if you could prepare yourself to say goodbye. Treasure your last

moments together,” the doctor announced grimly.

Lionel felt like someone had dropped a bomb on him. There was a ringing in his ears as the world

around him swirled, and it took a long while before he snapped back to his senses.

Signing the notice of critical illness was part of the procedure.

Lionel stared blankly at the paper but did not move to accept it. “Sir, please sign on the paper,” the

doctor urged.

“Impossible!” Lionel exploded all of a sudden. “You’re spouting nonsense! Lia is perfectly fine; it’s

impossible that you can’t save her! You must be incompetent. I don’t believe a single word you say! I’m

going to transfer Lia to another hospital, and I’ll find a doctor that actually knows what he’s doing!” he

bellowed.

The doctor was no stranger to death.

Transferring Lia to a different facility would do more harm than good, and the process would take up

precious time that could have been spent with family.

“My deepest condolences,” the doctor said solemnly.

“I’ll beat you up if you utter another word! Do you hear me?” Lionel was on the brink of insanity. He

clutched the doctor’s lapels and raised a fist to punch him.

“Hitting me will achieve nothing,” the doctor stated seriously. “If you still have your head on, you would

know that the wise thing to do is to keep the patient company in her last moments instead of wasting

your time here.”

Instantly, Lionel fell silent. His fingers loosened up as he slowly let go of the crumpled fabric.

In a trance, Lionel shuffled toward the intensive care unit.

There, Lia lay on the hospital bed in a coma. Her eyes were shut tight as if she were sound asleep.

“Lia…”

The serene expression on her face reminded Lionel of when Lia was young.

She had always been a quiet sleeper-a cherub that was a blessing to the family.

There were certain things that Lionel did not want to admit, but the seeds of affection had been sowed

in his heart. His feelings for Lia sprouted and budded, its roots reaching into the depths of his soul as

his love blossomed into a flower that had to be hidden from society’s eye.

If Lia was awake and aware of my feelings, would she find me repulsive?

Lionel had been adopted by Lia’s father toward the end of his life, so he was not biologically related to

the Johnsons.

The Johnson family had given him all that he owned currently, so he could not repay their generosity

with such heinous behavior.

“I’m sorry, Lia. I failed to protect you…”

Lionel was a valuable asset to the corporation and a force to reckon with in the business world.

However, all of that toughness was gone as he stood by the hospital bed like a helpless child. Tears

spilled out of his red-rimmed eyes.

He was not weak, but the agony of losing a loved one was unbearable for even the strongest of men.

At that moment, the door to the room slammed open as Natalie and Samuel rushed in.

Lionel whipped back to look at the source of the sound. He immediately honed in on the woman

standing next to Samuel.

He instantly recognized her as the woman who had poisoned Lia. If not for her, Lia would never die!

Hatred surged through him that instance

“How dare you show up here!” Lionel’s eyes were filled with murderous intent as he advanced toward

Natalie. “Look, she’s dying now. Are you satisfied? Since you’re here, I’ll make you pay for what you did

to her. A life for a life!”