Lucian hung up the phone after he reminded Archie and Benny to take good care of Estella. His surroundings fell silent the next second as pin-drop quietness filled the air inside the ward.
Gazing at Roxanne lying on the bed, Lucian was reminded of the heartwarming scene featuring the five of them having a meal together as a family in the dining room the other day.
The significant contrast between the circumstances at that time and the current situation caused him to feel depressed. “Roxanne, when are you going to wake up?”
He caressed her face with his fingers and leaned against her body, catching whiffs of her familiar scent while suppressing the boiling rage within his chest. Jack Damaris! What have you done to her? If something terrible happens to her, I will ensure the entire Damaris household perishes!
Lucian stayed awake beside her bed and kept Roxanne company the whole night. With bloodshot eyes and wearing an expression filled with barely-controlled fury, he resembled a demon who had just emerged from hell.
As afternoon approached, Lucian couldn’t wait any longer. He kissed Roxanne’s lips, got to his feet, and strode out of the ward.
A few specialists and researchers were engaged in a heated discussion outside the VIP ward. “Have you come up with a conclusion?”
Lucian, emanating an oppressive air, swept his eyes across them. No one expected him to exit the room suddenly. As a result, all of them were scared out of their wits. They remained quiet for a few moments before fearfully shaking their heads. Mr. Farwell appears more frightening than he did a few hours ago! We really can’t handle this overwhelming pressure…
“You’re all a bunch of good-for-nothings!” Lucian chided sternly while giving off a malevolent aura. Another wave of terror washed over them. Before they could react, the specialists and researchers saw Lucian marching toward the exit with large strides.
“M-Mr. Farwell, where are you going?” the hospital director asked with a trembling voice when he entered the building and ran into Lucian, who was wearing a grimace.
Lucian stopped briefly in his tracks and instructed coldly, “I’m going out for a while. You all better take good care of Roxanne. If something happens to her, I’ll hold you accountable!”
With that, he left without sparing another backward glance. He was at his patience’s limit and urgently needed to question Jack personally about what the latter had done. Lucian drove to the Damaris residence after stepping out of the hospital.
“Mr. Farwell?” The Damaris family’s butler darted out of the house to greet the newcomer as he thought Jack had returned. However, he was dumbfounded when he saw Lucian getting out of the vehicle. The Damaris and the Farwell family have never interacted with one another, so what is Mr. Farwell doing here all of a sudden?
“Where’s Jack?” Poker-faced, Lucian asked the butler. The butler’s heart clenched instantaneously as he had a bad feeling about Lucian’s arrival. He hurriedly said, “Mr. Jack is not here. Please wait here for a moment. I’ll go into the house and inform Old Mr. Damaris that you’re here.”
After saying that, the butler was about to turn around and head back into the house to consult Hector about that matter. Unexpectedly, Lucian ignored him and strode right in.
“Mr. Farwell, you can’t do this!” The butler trailed behind Lucian in nervousness. Still, he didn’t dare to reach out and block the latter’s way forward. Hence, he could only attempt to stop Lucian by repeatedly persuading him.
Lucian disregarded the butler’s words as only the images of Roxanne lying on the hospital bed filled his mind. Jack will have to provide me with an explanation today!
“Mr. Farwell! Mr. Farwell…”
Meanwhile, Hector was watering plants in the back garden. He froze in bafflement when he heard the butler’s panicky voice. Mr. Farwell? Is he referring to Lucian Farwell? Why is that brat here? I don’t recall the Damaris family having anything to do with the Farwell family. If I must be pedantic, perhaps the two episodes of conflict we had when doing business can count. Nevertheless, the Farwell family bested us on both occasions. I wonder what could’ve prompted his advent?
