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

arms, ignoring her frenzy, pressing her

was as pale as snow, her

safe." Jareth's

those words, he was at a

"Li... Lily..."

choked out the name, her voice that of a child

her, his throat tightening as he gently said, "Marilla, Lily's gone. But

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

mind in turmoil,

"Ms. Evadne!"

a clear, warm voice

paused, turning

face beaded with

wheelchair up the ramp by the

reach her quickly, he sped up the rotation of

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

eyes narrowed in alarm, his body tipping dangerously

warm force steadied his back, while another hand gripped his

"Watch out."

her clear eyes, feeling an unprecedented

into it, pushing the man and his wheelchair

her hair brushed across his

he frowned

help, I might have

as she kicked a pebble away from the wheelchair wheel, "Your wheel got stuck on a stone, which can be dangerous. Where's Ms. Alexia? Why

back abroad soon and wanted to see my little sister before I go. I was waiting at the café next to the hospital to buy some coffee for the nurses and my father, as a little pick-me-up. Alexia

face still

the picture of composure, even in his wheelchair, as regal as a crane. Never had he seemed so

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