“Is the toxicity spreading in the blood?” The researchers and medical experts clashed together in a heated debate, and any suggestion was promptly shot down by the other party. Alas, no progress was made to diagnose Roxanne.
“Mr. Farwell, do you know when Dr. Jarvis was poisoned?” someone suddenly inquired. Silence fell over the room. Indeed, if Roxanne was poisoned, then the timing of when it happened was crucial. Brows furrowing, Lucian rifled through his memory bank, remembering that she was fine before today.
However, she had only been in contact with Jonathan and people at the research institute today. No one would have had an opportunity to poison her. So, when did Jack poison her?
“Dr. Jarvis has a background in pharmacology. How could she have been unaware that she was poisoned?” The researchers were perplexed. Lucian’s uneasiness grew as the conversation carried on
He rubbed his forehead after a long moment. “You should all know this better than me. give you a day. I don’t care what you do, but make her regain consciousness Everyone hastily agreed, not daring to object.
The next day at the Farwell residence, the kids woke up and were worried when they found out their parents didn’t come home last night.
“Archie, let’s call Mommy’s phone!” Benny nudged his brother’s arm. Unease had been churning in the pit of the kids’ stomachs ever since coming home from school yesterday.
They recalled the last time something happened to Roxanne and were concerned when they didn’t hear back from Lucian and her. Archie nodded with a frown, dialing Roxanne’s number.
Benny’s face fell when the dial tone went on for a long while. “What if something bad happened to Mommy…”
“No, Mr. Lawson said Mommy is away on a business trip. Maybe she’s traveling and can’t answer the phone,” Archie reassured. “How about we try Daddy’s phone? Why didn’t he come home either?”
Benny’s face crumpled as he nodded, and Archie called Lucian. In the hospital, Lucian saw Roxanne’s phone light up with a call from the kids and glanced at her laying still in the hospital bed. He pondered for a moment and didn’t answer the phone in the end, instead letting it ring until it stopped.
“Wake up. The kids are worried about you.” He grazed his fingertips over her pale cheek, which didn’t garner a response.
Lucian’s phone started ringing a while later. He fished it out to see it was a call from the kids. His brows knitted, and he fought the heavy emotions before answering neutrally, “What is it, Archie?”
Hearing their father’s voice sounding like normal alleviated the kids’ worry. Benny and Estella crowded forward before Archie could respond.
“Where’s Mommy? I want to talk to Mommy,” the little girl said plaintively. Lucian looked at Roxanne in bed, his gaze darkening. “She’s on a business trip and isn’t with me now. Didn’t Mr. Lawson tell you that?”
“But Mommy didn’t answer her phone when we called.” Estella pouted. His gaze fell to Roxanne’s phone on the nightstand, and he turned it off before saying, “Mommy is very busy. She will call you back when she’s done. You shouldn’t keep calling and disturbing her.” The kids nodded reluctantly. “Okay, we got it.”
Lucian sighed in relief at their compliance. I won’t be able to keep up with the lie if they continue their interrogation.
“When will you be back, Daddy?” Benny asked cautiously. They had grown accustomed to having Lucian and Roxanne at home in the evenings and couldn’t adjust to the abrupt change of their parents’ absence.
The undertone of hurt in their voices wrung Lucian’s heart, and he softened his tone. “Something came up, and I’m a little busy now. I probably won’t be home today. Be good and listen to Catalina. I’ll bring snacks when I go home.” Mommy is away, and so is Daddy…
The kids sat on the couch, feeling somewhat despondent. They didn’t want to disturb Lucian and Roxanne’s work, so they had no choice but to agree. Benny requested without missing a beat, “Then I want desserts from the restaurant we visited last time!”
The weight in Lucian’s heart lifted at the boy’s innocent tone, and he agreed in a gravelly voice.
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?
“Old Mr. Damaris.” Lucian searched the mansion but failed to locate Jack. Then, he marched toward the back garden. Lucian greeted Hector distantly when he saw the latter.
Hector placed the watering can on one side and nodded at Lucian. The butler’s eyes were filled with guilt when he followed Lucian into the garden and met with Hector. Hector waved his hand. “You may leave now. I shall have a chat with Mr. Farwell.”
The butler heaved a sigh of relief after hearing that. He politely retreated into the living room. “I’ll prepare some coffee for you.”
Subsequently, Hector and Lucian were left alone inside the back garden. Lucian scanned the surroundings emotionlessly and still didn’t see Jack around. Hector uttered, “Why are you here today, Mr. Farwell?”
Standing before Hector, Lucian slightly relaxed his tense expression as his respect toward Hector persisted. “I wish to meet with Jack. May I know if you can tell me where he is?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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