A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 133 Darlene Is Dying

Nigel had never begged Avery like this before. He was still young, and for a very long time, he had no idea how much Darlene had suffered because of Avery.

Later, he found out gradually, but because he hated Avery’s guts, he never begged Avery.

Yet Nigel was twelve years old anyway, and he had started to understand a lot of things that he was supposed to understand.

He had no choice but to accept the fact. If Avery didn’t want to leave them alone, chances were, Darlene would never be able to get away from Avery even till the day she

died.

Avery ignored Nigel’s words. He had no way to respond to Nigel’s words anyway. Leaving them alone was something he couldn’t do, and he even found it hard to look into Nigel’s eyes.

Avery looked at Darlene, who cowered into the corner, shivering. His voice was a little hoarse as he said, “Darlene, I was careless, and I should be blamed for what happened today. But relax. Douglas has already paid the price. It’s almost midnight now, so let’s go back to the ward to get some rest, OK?”

Darlene still did not speak. She couldn’t hear out of her left ear, and now her right ear was ringing because of her great mood swings.

She had almost lost hearing in both ears, and she could no longer hear what Avery was saying. She put her hands around herself, trembled, and stared at him with her dark

eyes.

Under her gaze like that, Avery even subconsciously wanted to flee.

They were in a stalemate just like that. As time passed slowly, Darlene kept curling up

the corner, and no one could get close to her.

She was like a hedgehog, with spikes all over her body, watching everyone around her

warily.

No one could come near her, and no one could communicate with her.

Avery stood a few steps away from her, and they looked at each other in silence.

In just a few months, they went from being a loving couple to each other’s enemies who

in

shared such a tense and hateful relationship.

glued to him as if she were his shadow. Yet now, though she was right in front of him, he

trace of panic that was kind of

should think more about it. Maybe I should give in a bit more so that she can

fixed. Maybe we can meet halfway. Maybe there is a way that’s acceptable for

face was ghastly pale, and her eyes were slightly sunken due to fear

exhaustion.

the nurses, Nigel, and Avery. She wanted to hide, but she

nothing but the cold and hard wall, and there was no room

retreat.

reminded Avery in a deep voice, “There is something wrong with her. It could be that she is mentally

and was still unwilling to leave. He said, “What if something

Darlene could do

the room. However, if one was determined to die,

all calm down before anything. We can talk things over, right?

scare him.”

Darlene saw him approaching, she

agitated. He stood up from the

She doesn’t like you! She almost died just now. It’s all “Ca because of you! You kept pushing her! She

unable to even take a step

there was something wrong

with

trembling, and so did her face. It seemed

saw the blood gushing out of the corner of her mouth that he

pinched her chin, pressing it down hard, his

clenched her fists tightly, her teeth biting the tip of her

to use force.

a single sound. The ringing in her ears mixed with dizziness was

to hold on.

nurse to bring over the tranquilizer, and he took a syringe and squatted down beside

chin so that she could not use too much strength, and then he used the other hand to press her

syringe to Darlene’s arm. She began to fight with all her might, as if determined to die, unwilling to let

and his forehead was covered in sweat.

people talk about killing themselves by biting their tongues, he had thought it was

mind, the possibility of dying by biting off one’s

reaction of one’s body would prevent one from exerting any further force on one’s teeth

analyses all fell apart