Chapter 433: You Stalked Me?
Chapter 433: You Stalked Me?
In the hospital
Eric was still in a coma and lying on the bed. The special assistant was kneading his limbs to prevent his muscle stiffness.
After looking at Eric at the door, Crystal turned around and was about to leave.
“Do you always take a look at him like this?” The assistant suddenly said to Crystal, though, with her back at the door.
“Since you’ve come, why not come in?” The assistant said coldly.
“You are...?” Crystal asked.
At this time, a nurse who happened to come by to take the thermometer on Eric chipped in, “Mrs. Bush, this is the special assistant sent by the Bush family. She has been taking care of Master Bush these days.”
The woman looked familiar.
After a quick-thinking, Crystal remembered that when she had met Eric at the Merah Club for the first time, Eric had pushed a girl to Nathan.
Her name seemed to be Lyla.
Crystal hesitantly pushed open the door. Her paces were a little heavy.
“How’s he going these days?”
“Close the door!” Instead of answering, Lyla commanded her fiercely.
Crystal did as told.
“I don’t expect you to look after him every day, but you didn’t even come to visit him,” cold light flashed through Lyla’s eyes, “don’t forget that why Master Bush is lying here!”
Crystal didn’t defend herself. She did owe Eric a lot.
“Why is the one lying here not you?!”
Lyla turned around and stared at Crystal.
“A woman like you shouldn’t have survived!” She cursed.
Crystal frowned.
Abruptly, Lyla took out a gun, pointing at Crystal with the muzzle.
“What are you going to do?” Crystal stepped back.
“If you didn’t have Master Bush’s baby in your belly, do you think you could live to today? I should have come to meet you earlier.”
Lyla went on furiously, “Master Bush is still in a coma, but you even took your old sweetheart home!?”
Crystal bit her lower lip.
Does she know everything?
“And later, you even dated as if nothing had happened!”
As Lyla spoke, she picked up a stack of photos placed on the bedside table and threw them at the feet of Crystal.
Some of the photos had been taken when she and Nathan were at Eric’s house. Some had been taken when they went to the night market to buy wool.
“You stalked me?” Crystal clenched her fists.
“Now, I begin to wonder if the baby in your stomach is Master Bush’s!” Lyla approached Crystal step by step. “I just don’t understand why he is so obsessed with you, you slutty woman!”
“The baby is his, I swear!”
“I’ll know after the appraisal,” Lyla walked to Crystal, grabbed her hair, and threatened fiercely, “you’d better pray that it’s Master Bush’s baby. If not, I’ll kill you!”
“That’s impossible! I did artificial insemination,” Crystal refused decisively.
“Eric can’t talk now; no one knows if you’re lying or not! Maybe he’s also kept in the dark!”
Lyla pulled Crystal's hair and dragged her to the bedside to finish speaking.
Crystal gave up struggling.
The bodyguards sent by Marcos were guarding outside, as long as she cried, they would rush in at no time.
She admitted that she did wrong and was guilty, but she was also sure that Lyla would not kill her in front of Eric.
Lyla kicked her twice in the joint between her thigh and her shin.
“Kneel!” She snapped at Crystal.
Crystal felt her knee weak instantly and knelt on the ground.
“Say sorry to Master Bush.” When Lyla instructed, she kept the muzzle at Crystal's head.
“Eric, I’m sorry...” Crystal muttered.
That’s the real voice from the bottom of her heart.
She felt really sorry for him, for everything he had done for her. She wished she had died that day; Eric would not be like that now if she had died.
Also, Nathan would not have been stimulated because of her and thus would not have sought solace in drink, and his illness would not have worsened.
“Too low! He can’t hear you!” Lyla shouted.
“Sorry! Eric, I’m sorry!” Crystal repeated.
However, Eric was motionless, without the slightest sign of waking up. Only light breathing sounded in the room.
Lyla’s hand slid down slowly.
“Why don’t you wake up?!” She yelled in disappointment.
Crystal's hands and feet became cold because of kneeling on the ground.
“Eric Bush. If you don’t wake up, I’ll kill her and then kill myself!”
She threatened, shooting into the air.
The doctor had said that although Eric was unconscious, he might hear the sound around him.
It might be helpful to radiate messages that stimulate him continually.
And when it came to stimulation, the only clue that came to Lyla’s mind was Crystal.
Only by talking about Crystal could Eric be able to listen.
Three shots hit the floor at Crystal's feet with another three loud noises. The bullet shells rolled around for a few seconds and finally stopped.
“Eric Bush, don’t you believe that I dare to kill her?!” Lyla gave out a bitter smile, and pulled Crystal up from the floor, and went on, “Get up! Let’s do the paternity test right away!”
Marcos’ bodyguards found that Lyla had hijacked Crystal, immediately rushed in, and pulled out their guns.
Lyla hadn’t expected that Crystal would come with so many bodyguards.
She sneered, “You think I can’t take you away? Don’t forget whose territory you’re in. All the men in the hospital are men under the Bush family.”
Crystal smiled calmly, “Then you should know who you’re hijacking. They are all under Eric, do you think they would listen to you or listen to Mrs. Bush?”
Sure enough, the bodyguards stood still.
Without Eric’s order, they could not have done anything to Mrs. Bush.
“Mrs. Bush? Do you deserve this title?”
“I told you that the baby is Eric’s. I know I owe Eric a lot, as for compensation, I will give birth to the baby and hand it over to the Bush family. I know you care about Eric and hate me, but have you ever thought that the testing would hurt the baby? The paternity test has to be punctured into the placenta at less than three months old. It is risky for the baby. I don’t want to do anything that hurts it.”
“No bargain. You don’t have the final say. I can spare you today, but you’d better pray that you won’t be caught by me next time.
“If you fall on my hand next time, you can’t escape then. And if the result shows that the baby is not Eric’s...” Lyla paused with a terrifying smile on her face.
She leaned over Crystal and whispered, “I’ll send you and your baby to hell personally.”
However, Crystal said calmly, poker-faced, “Take good care of Eric. With you here, I feel relieved.”
“Don’t be hypocritical! If you really worry about him, you should have been the one who takes care of him.”
“Sorry. I still have something to handle.” Crystal sighed.
She wanted to do something for Eric, but according to her current situation, even if she was here, her thoughts were elsewhere.
So, Lyla was the best person to stay here.
At least Lyla put her heart and soul into Eric’s shoes.
Crystal finally walked out of the ward, safe and sound.
She did the B-ultrasound first, and the result showed that the baby was very healthy and grew a little bigger.
While she was looking at the B-ultrasound image, she walked to the department of gastroenterology.
She consulted the doctor about gastric cancer and made notes carefully.
The doctor suggested that the patient accept treatment as soon as possible, or else the possible cure would not be 2%, but zero.
She was eager to persuade Nathan to undergo surgery quickly, but where was he now?
She had no idea.
After returning from the hospital, Crystal began to read books or surf the Internet for gastric cancer day and night.
She became swamped learning to weave scarves, engaged in learning about knowledge of gastric cancer, and busy looking for Nathan.
Time flew by.
Half a month passed, and she failed to hear any news about Nathan from Marcos.
Crystal could not wait any longer; she let the servant pack luggage for her.
“Crystal, where are you going?” Seeing the servant packing for Crystal, Nancy became anxious.
