CHAPTER 47

Lisa's POV

She gives me a chilly glance before shoving me backward with her hands.

Damien's mother, Mrs. Russell, is here.

"What have you done to him?" you asked. The hospital building's private hallway is filled with the echo of her loud voice.

I had completed my one and only task. Calls.

Every name that came to mind had its number called.

I contacted Gabriel, my grandmother, his parents, and his father as well.

I've shed so many tears that I feel as if my eyes are no longer filled with rivers of tears. I should have been aware of his condition. I should have advised him to go to a doctor.

I'm too responsible for this. I am to fault for what occurred. Maybe he wouldn't be so angry at himself to have even considered inflicting harm on himself if I hadn't asked him that question or if I hadn't doused him with water.

I have no clue what specifically occurred in the restroom, and only Damien can describe what transpired.

He screamed as I was already on my bed pouting about my carelessness. I had to go to the restroom because I had to move in response to it.

When I heard him shattering something, I attempted to enter the door without considering the possibility that he may be nude, but I couldn't. I was desperately hoping that he wouldn't damage himself even if the door was shut from the inside.

Damien must remain unharmed. He shouldn't experience any harm. I make a commitment never to cross my limits. I swear to keep my mouth shut going forward and to carry out the duties assigned to me.

All I want is for him to live.

"What did you do to my son?" I asked. She pushes me once more, causing me to stumble, but someone gets hold of my back and stops me from falling.

Damien's dad is here.

Even after I informed him the doctor hadn't yet left Damien's room, he had gone to the office to see whether he was there.

What is going on is unknown. We are unsure of his condition and if he will make it out of this alive.

Nobody has appeared to inform us of the situation.

"What's going on here?" He lashes out at his wife. He is aware that she must be to blame for my stumble. They are all aware of how hateful she finds me.

She cries, "Ask her," while pointing accusatory fingers at me. A: "Ask her what she did to my son."

She starts crying before I get a chance to defend myself to Damien's father. Before assisting her to a seat, he sighs and releases his hold on me.

My heart is drawn to the quilt.

I feel accountable for Damien's predicament. In the end, I am a bad wife. because you weren't perceptive enough to see that Damien was not just far away but also unwell.

I should be held accountable.

He rises and grabs my hand after comforting his wife for a while. She is still sitting there and staring at me as we go away.

He stops walking when we are a little distance from her, and we turn to face one another. But I'm unable to meet his gaze directly.

I can't because of the guilt.

"What happened?" you ask. He inquires while he waits for me to explain what transpired. "Did the two of you fight?"

I quickly respond, "No," while I consider what more to say.

How can I explain to him that after I questioned him about Helena and after I accidentally splashed water all over him this evening when he asked for more, he grew enraged, closed the bathroom door, and hurt himself?

How can I explain everything to him?

"So what transpired?" The elder version of the guy who passed out an hour earlier shifts uneasily in front of me, stress lines carved into his forehead.

In fact, I believed that my eyes' wetness had completely dried up. But shockingly, as I uncomfortably stand in front of him fidgeting with my hands in sorrow, they start to fall again.

This offer shouldn't have been taken by me. I ought to have just accepted the cash his mother was prepared to give me and left them and their life behind.

Their issues aren't being resolved by their being here. His heartaches continue despite his being here. Nothing is altered by my being here.

Instead, his mother despises me and is often angry with me for wanting to know about his history.

How come I'm here? Why, in the first place, did I accept his offer?

My Grandma and I now have a nice life, but I'm not content. Not when my spouse is comatose on the hospital bed and we are unsure of his prognosis.

Mr. Russell gives me a bear hug as he sighs.

I wish I could apologize, and get out of there. I wish I could be really honest with them and return to my previous way of life.

Even though it was only my Grandma and I, we were having a nice time. Money was the only issue, but now that Juliet is gone from our life, things would be better if I could get another work. With the little money I have, I'll make sure we have a comfortable life.

Simply put, I no longer desire this. I don't want to bring anybody in this family any more suffering, resentment, or misery. I can't live somewhere where I can't experience love. Nobody loves me. Nobody is interested in me.

I quickly open my eyes and pull away from the embrace when I hear footsteps, believing it's the doctor, but when I see Gabriel and his wife coming our way, my face takes on a disappointed expression.

While his wife is wearing a large, lengthy gown, Gabriel is still in his jammies. She must have hurried to get here after putting it on.

Asking "Dad, what happened?" While Sabrina approaches to give me a hug, he instantly questions Mr. Russell.

I don't like Sabrina, to be quite honest, but the instant she wraps her arm around me in an embrace, I start to cry uncontrollably as she comforts me with encouraging words murmured into my ear.

I didn't like her for what she did over dinner the previous night, but today she seems mature and serious rather than the silly lady she was before.

Gabriel, on the other hand, also seems serious. Sabrina wipes away all my tears as she releases me from the embrace, and Gabriel walks up to me with his arms up and a scowl on his face.

He comes at me right away. "What happened?" you ask.

Now I can't get away from it. I am compelled to inform them. I just have to express myself.

When someone adds, "She wants to kill him," we see Mrs. Russell charging back at me. Even though this is a private area of the hospital and this facility belongs to Mr. Russell, her husband is fast to grab her and prevent her from creating a disturbance.

She is just a gold digger, nothing more. She wants to murder me so she can take all of his assets and money and go. She is a careless person. She exhales.

"Get your act together and shut up!" She cries again as Mr. Russell yells at her. He returns to us after she goes back to where he had previously left her and apologizes for her actions.

We're all listening, Lisa," he replies impatiently. "What happened?" you ask.

Even though I didn't want to say anything, I should tell him the truth because of the way he posed the question, which suggested that he trusted that I could never have done what his wife was accusing me of.

"He's been distant from me for days, and I have no idea why. I say "hello," and he only nods, encouraging me to continue.

Gabriel and Sabrina are paying close notice as well.

"I couldn't sleep last night since he didn't return from work early. Even though I was certain he would continue to neglect me, I had to wait for him. He requested me to grab his meal from below when he got here, and I obliged. He then asked for water, so I went and grabbed some for him.

At this point, I shut my eyes. Here's where I acted foolishly.

I accidentally spilled the water on him, which made him angry. I apologized, and he hurried into the restroom, abandoning his dinner, which was also soggy. I first believed he was about to take a shower, but after some time, all I could hear were screaming and breaking. I shouted at him to stop and begged him to forgive me since I felt he was still angry as I attempted to enter the restroom. When he emerged, he was bleeding as the commotion subsided. Then I saw that he had blood on his forehead in addition to the glass fragments in his palm. He attempted to conceal the injured hand from me, so I assumed he was unaware of the blood on his forehead. I started to sob and hurried outside to retrieve the first aid kit. He had already fallen asleep on the bed with his eyes closed before I could return.

I clench my palm over my lips to stop another sob from coming out of it.

I must also regain control of myself.

"Oh, my goodness!" Sabrina bemoans while once again encircling my shoulder with her arms.

Without saying a word, Gabriel and Mr. Russell share a swift familiar gaze.

We remain still until Mr. Russell speaks. "Do you know why he was so distant?"

That's it. I don't want to explain why to them. I wouldn't mind if it was just Gabriel and Sabrina.

If I tell him the truth, won't he think, like his wife did, that this marriage is a fraud?

I believed you to have said that this marriage was over. My inner voice asks.

I nod before finding the strength to respond. The answer is "Yes, I do."

They look at each other once more while they wait. When I don't speak again, Gabriel queries. "Why?"

Because I questioned him about Helena.

When Sabrina gasps, I realize that everyone else knows who she is except me. They glance down and sidestep my sight.

Are we talking about Helena here? Did Helena influence Damien's behavior in any way?

When Mrs. Russell's voice recurs, I'm going to ask them who she is and what she stands for in his life. She is requesting the physician, who has been in the room with us for more than an hour, to come out.

Everyone rushes over.

Dr., how is he doing? Her hand seizes his white coat.

With a little grin on his face, he says, "Well, he is well and awake now.

I nearly fall to my knees in thanks to the Almighty for hearing my prayers as relief pours through me.

Mr. Russell, Gabriel, and Sabrina all exhale with relief. Damien didn't only frighten me. The others were also frightened. I'm certain it is already midnight.

"Can we see him?" you ask. I long for Damien's presence as Mr. Russell commands the doctor while putting his hands in his pocket.

He and his father both have specific recurring habits.

"Yes, but I'll tell the Russells to see him exclusively. Mr. and Mrs. Russell and his wife were there. The others may wait at a distance.

Mr. Russell argues that they are also family. We won't linger for too long. Simply said, we want to make sure he's okay.

The doctor indicates the door and clicks his tongue, allowing us to enter.

I hastened to the door in an effort to glimpse Damien's face and confirm that he was safe and no longer in danger. I want to apologize to him and admit that I am a terrible wife, but just as I approach the door, someone grabs my arm and stops me.

Mrs. Russell enters the room quickly past me and slams the door shut in front of me, which is how I know it's her.