Chapter 810

Thaddeus and Jareth raced towards the hospital, hearts pounding in their chests. Bursting through the doors, they skidded to a halt outside a room just as a team of nurses and doctors emerged.

"How's Marilla?" Jareth's face was ghostly white as he clutched the lead doctor by the arm.

"The patient was already frail, and the emotional trauma is taken a toll," the doctor said, wiping sweat from his brow. "She went into shock and needed oxygen to stabilize, but her mental state is precarious."

Jareth's heart felt like it was being shredded to pieces as he pushed the door open and entered the room.

"Ah-ah!"

Marilla was pinned to her hospital bed by Frederic and Dennis, her slender body bristling with tubes, struggling against the restraints like a delicate porcelain doll desperate to break free.

Her eyes were bloodshot, wild, her mouth opening and closing with broken cries, her hands clawing at the air.

"Ms. Marilla! Please, try to calm down, Ms. Marilla!" Dennis tried to hold her down without injuring her, his actions frantic.

"Marilla! Please, sweetheart, don't scare me. Marilla!" Frederic's face was crimson with panic, equally helpless.

Jareth strode to the bedside, his chest heaving. He leaned in to embrace her, but a sharp slap sounded.

Marilla's uncontrolled hand struck his cheek, leaving a stark red mark.

Thaddeus and Dennis froze, asking, "You alright?"

Frederic was stunned into silence, but his daughter's condition left him no room to care for anything else.

"I'm fine."

Jareth replied automatically,

beside the bed and enveloping the frail girl in

her frenzy, pressing her tight against

as pale as snow, her lips cracked from crying so

you're safe." Jareth's voice shook as

at

"Li... Lily..."

Marilla choked out the name, her voice that

as he gently said, "Marilla, Lily's gone. But I believe she's still with us,

received a call from Thaddeus. She floored the accelerator of her sports car, speeding like a red lightning

in turmoil,

"Ms. Evadne!"

warm voice came from

turning to

his handsome face beaded with sweat, laboriously

wheelchair up the ramp

her quickly, he sped

from the top, the wheelchair jammed on something and started rolling backward

alarm, his body

last moment, a warm force steadied his

"Watch out."

up in surprise, meeting her clear eyes,

put her strength into it, pushing the man and his wheelchair onto level

swayed, strands of her hair brushed across

gaze deepened, then he frowned

owe you one. Without your help, I might have ended up an overnight guest

wheel, "Your

at the café next to the hospital to buy some coffee for the nurses and my father, as a little pick-me-up. Alexia went to the supermarket next door, so I was alone when I got Dennis' call. Worried sick about Marilla, I couldn't wait, so I came

here, his face still slick with sweat, breath

of composure, even in his wheelchair, as regal as a crane. Never

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