Chapter 417: Take Me To Him
Chapter 417: Take Me To Him
His words made Crystal shiver. Nathan straightened up, strode forward again.
This time, before Crystal tried to stop him, Nathan commanded, “Stop her.”
Vic could only follow the order, stepped in front of Crystal, “Miss Smith, please stay.”
“Vic, tell me. Does he have something hiding from me? He has never been like this….”
Vic’s eyes were as deep as the sea.
“Miss Smith, just leave Master Davis alone. He has given your freedom,”
Crystal remembered that Vic had said the same thing last night....
“You asked me to pick him up last night, and I should have done that, right?”
As if catching a life-saving straw, Crystal was reluctant to let go of Vic.
She pressed, “Did something happen at that time?”
“Miss Smith... Vic wanted to say something, but at last just left two words, “I’m sorry.”
On finishing speaking, Vic went out of the ward to catch up with Nathan.
“Vic, stop! I have the right to know,” Crystal did not give up.
Vic took a glance at Nathan, who had already walked far away, said in a low voice, “Miss Smith has my phone number, don’t you?”
“Hmm...”
“If anything happens, I’ll contact you,” Vic spoke a little awkwardly, “let’s call it a day. Young Master has made up his mind, if you keep obsessed with the truth, I’m afraid it’ll be bad for your health.”
Crystal bit her lips and nodded.
Eventually, Vic left with Nathan.
The ward fell into a horrible stillness.
Deep sorrow surrounded Crystal. She fixed her eyes at Nathan’s figure until it disappeared before her eyes.
Crystal felt her brain was running out of oxygen. Predicting that she was going to fall down immediately, she squatted down slowly with her hand holding the door.
As expected, her body softened and collapsed on the floor in the next second.
Soon after, a passing nurse found her.
“Hey, Miss. Are you all right?”
The nurse got no answer and hurriedly shouted, “Anyone around? Help! Someone’s fainted.”
Crystal was blurred of consciousness but could still vaguely hear the noise.
Gradually, she heard the sound of waves, one after another.
She seemed to return to the Villa Beverly, returning to the days when she had just met Nathan.
She seemed to smell the camellias, and a sea of camellias appeared in front of her.
Crystal slightly opened her eyes, a burst of sunlight thrust in, bringing dreamy light into the room.
Lying on the bed on the manor, she stretched her fingers to block the sunshine.
There’s a figure leaning against the railing on the balcony, with his back to her.
Is this a dream? Or my fantasy?
“Nathan, is that you?” Crystal asked.
Her heart was hanging, beating violently.
Hurriedly, she stood up and got off the bed, wanting to walk closer to him, but the distance between them instantly became further...
The closer Crystal walked towards him, the farther the distance between them became. “Nathan, don’t go. Don’t leave me...”
Crystal accelerated, her paces became faster and faster.
The road was full of gravel and broken glass, stinging her feet.
“Nathan, I was wrong... It’s all my fault...” Crystal kept talking to the disappearing figure.
Being exhausted, she finally fell to the ground. The gravel and broken glass punctured her skin, blood streamed from the wounds.
Still, she climbed up and went on staggering, dare not stop for a second.
“Nathan...Nathan Davis!”
She exerted all her strength to yell at him, but the man seemed not to hear her.
“Nathan!”
With a loud shouting, Crystal woke up from her dream.
The servant sitting by the bed immediately stood up.
“Miss Smith, are you all right?” She asked with concern.
It had been a month since Nathan had disappeared.
Whenever Crystal called Vic, she could only hear the voice notification of his phone shutting down.
It’s impossible that Vic would turn off his cell phone. He had always kept his phone on for 24 hours a day and stood by at any time.
Crystal wiped the sweat on her forehead, picked up her phone, and dialed Vic’s number again.
Sure enough, Vic’s phone was still off.
The dream made Crystal break out in a sweat.
She got off the bed, walked slowly to the window to take a breath of the fresh air.
A cool breeze blew over, Crystal’s hair fluttering with the wind.
She looked at the distant sky, murmuring, “Nathan, where on earth are you now?”
“Miss Smith. It’s cool outside, don’t open the window, or it’s easy to catch a cold. And your hairs are even wet with sweat. It would be easy to get a headache after you grow older,” the servant reminded her kindly. As the servant spoke, she went up to Crystal.
Crystal took a strange look at her, scaring the servant to step back at her pace.
She looked along Crystal’s arm, astonishingly finding a knife in Crystal’s hand.
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Half an hour later, a dozen luxury cars roared in the street, with aggressive and frightening momentum, straight ahead to the hospital.
At this time, Crystal was sitting in front of the dresser and putting on makeup peacefully.
The cars rushed into the hospital, stirring up horrible air.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Crystal smiled with satisfaction and finally applied her lipstick.
Covering the paleness and woebegone with cosmetics, she now looked as energetic as she had used to be.
As soon as the cars stopped in front of the hospital building, the bodyguards got off the cars and lined in a row neatly, then galloped upstairs in uniform steps.
The nurses and patients along the way were frightened. The scene looked exactly like a gangster film.
With a loud bang, two bodyguards stormed through the door of Crystal’s room.
In less than a minute, the whole ward was occupied by bodyguards.
Crystal put down the comb calmly, cheered herself up, smiled, and said, “You finally come.”
Surrounded by bodyguards, Vic walked into the ward.
Seeing Crystal sitting in front of the dresser safe and sound, Vic couldn’t help knitting his brows.
“Yes. I threatened the servant and forced her to make that call to cheat you here,” Crystal spoke first.
“Where’s he?” Crystal looked behind Vic and asked.
“Young Master didn’t come with me,” Vic answered.
“Don’t try to lie to me.”
“Miss Smith, you carry it too far this time...” Vic couldn’t help blaming her.
A bodyguard pulled out the servant, who was tightly bound with a rope from the bathroom.
“Hmm... hmm...” the servant’s mouth was blocked with a towel and was shaking her head in horror.
Half an hour ago, Crystal had threatened the servant with a knife and a bottle of “sulfuric acid,” which was actually water, and tied her up.
Crystal knew that the servant always kept closely in touch with Vic and reported to Vic after Crystal fell asleep every night.
Only to ensure the safety of Crystal would Nathan rest assured.
And tonight, the maid had suddenly called Vic, saying that Crystal had slipped down when in the bath and had been severely bleeding. The fetus had miscarried, and even Crystal had been in danger... Moreover, she had even said that Crystal had refused to receive the treatment and had been likely to die.
Crystal stood up and walked up to Vic, inquired with great momentum, “If he’s taking revenge on me, why does he assign servants to protect me?”
The lines of Vic’s face hardened.
“And why do you come for me as soon as you know about me in danger? Why does he care about my life?” Crystal went on questioning.
“Miss Smith!”
“Vic, I’m not a fool. What happened to Nathan? Tell me.”
“As a servant, I have to listen to order. I dare not talk about or interfere in the Young Master’s personal affairs. Now that Ms. Smith is alright, I have to leave. Please take care.”
“Stop!” Shouted Crystal.
A knife somehow appeared on Crystal’s hand.
“Take me to him,” Crystal threatened Vic.
Vic shouted in a low voice, obviously suppressing his emotion, “Miss Smith, what on earth are you going to do?”
Crystal put the knife on his neck, sneered, “Call him now, and tell him to come over right now.”
“Take the knife away,” as soon as Vic gave an order, several bodyguards pounced at Crystal to snatch the knife on her hand.
Crystal stepped back a few steps, put the knife closely against her neck...
Blood flowed from her fair neck.
Vic was shocked, he hadn’t expected Crystal to really cut herself.
