Chapter 806: Chapter 806 Puddles of Blood
He heard impatience and indifference in Lilac Serval’s tone, as well as a mixture of heartlessness.
If that day ever came, he would keep his promise and not fight back.
If some mistakes could be offset with one’s life, then let it be…
Old debts must eventually be repaid.
Both fell into silence.
Over the phone, they could hear each other’s breathing, unhurried and steady, amidst the noise of the pouring rain.
Raindrops mixed with hail, pattering against the glass, wave after wave.
Lilac Serval’s other hand was gradually getting cold, with a chill spreading throughout her body, her blood flowing faster.
Charles Mcintosh knew Lilac Serval’s temperament; he suppressed the pain in his body and slowly began speaking—
“Little Lilac, don’t go out tonight. It’s windy and rainy. Just stay in the villa.”
“As for Mr. Cheney, I’ll make a phone call later. Elder Childe beat me up ; he clearly doesn’t want me to help Mr. Cheney.”
“Where did you learn such skill in scolding people? You used to be, not this fierce.” Charles Mcintosh smiled weakly.
The sharp lines of his face showed weariness, but within that tiredness lurked a helpless smile, faintly discernible.
“Mr. Mcintosh, I need to change your IV fluids,” a nurse knocked on the door and peeked in.
“Hang up.” Lilac Serval pressed the end call button.
She put away her phone, her heart tumultuous with an indescribable feeling, akin to being washed by the rain outside.
The rain poured down heavily, and her heart seemed to be washed pale like paper.
Evening came, and the rainstorm poured furiously.
When she arrived at the children’s hospital, Charles Mcintosh was already beaten to the ground, relentlessly propping himself up.
He was covered in blood, his face bruised and swollen.
On the ground were puddles of blood, turbid and stark.
The bodyguards had it worse; one was beat to death, and three were lying on the ground, gasping for breath, motionless.
An unpleasant stench of blood spread through the air, leaving the whole lounge in deathly silence!
This was the scene she encountered as she pushed open the door!
With a “boom,” her head spun, her mind blank for a moment, her heart seemingly stopping in an instant.
She couldn’t describe the feeling.
She thought Charles Mcintosh was dead.
How could one man stand against four?
She leaned against the wall, standing stupefied, her gaze hollow, her eyes deep and lusterless.
She thought Charles Mcintosh was dead.
Just as she stood there motionless, her complexion pale, a weak and gentle voice came from the ground: “Little Lilac…”
At the corner of his mouth was a forced smile tinged with blood, but his eyes shone clearly and brightly, like twinkling stars.
The storm rapped against the windows.
Lilac Serval gathered her thoughts and blinked.
The scent of blood seemed still to linger on her nose, seeping into her limbs and bones, bit by bit.
Every breath felt painful.
This feeling, it wasn’t very nice.
“Mmm.” Chale Cheney, the little guy, moved his body.
Lilac Serval looked down and gently patted the little guy’s back.
“Daddy,” the little guy smacked his lips, talking in his sleep, “Baby won’t make you angry anymore.”
As he spoke, he wriggled in Lilac Serval’s arms.
Lilac Serval comforted him awkwardly, not daring to move too much, for fear of waking the little guy.
A few seconds later, Chale Cheney settled down again, snuggling closer to her.
The warm breath from his exhalation brushed her hand, warm and tickling.
It was an odd sensation, and Lilac Serval… didn’t mind it.
Despite her usual disinterest in children.