Chapter 559 Just Two Centimeters Away
As expected, there was no response. Wesley pushed the door open.
The room’s windows were tightly shut, with the air conditioning running to circulate the air, preventing the salty sea breeze from disturbing the person lying on the bed.
She had been in a coma and had never opened her eyes for the past half month. Due to severe injuries and excessive blood loss, her face was still as pale as paper, even though she received a lot of blood on the day of the rescue.
Wesley had timed his visit well. The infusion bottle she was receiving had just finished. He removed the needle from the empty bottle and replaced it with the one he had brought He adjusted the drip rate to continue supplying her body with the energy needed to sustain her life.
Amaid was about to wipe her cheeks and hands, but wesley indicated that he would do it. The maid silently withdrew.
He dipped a clean towel in the warm water and wrung it out before gently wiping Emelie’s lifeless–looking face.
She had a charming tace. Even in her frail, pale, and sickly state, she was still gorgeous. Her nose was delicate and well–defined.
Elders used to say that people with straight noses had stubborn temperaments and preferred to break rather than bend. This seemed to hold some truth.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have ended up this way.
He wiped down to her neck, and there were also wounds there. It was clearly from a knife. The cuts were deep and had almost severed her arteries.
Instinctively, Wesley checked her pulse, and his mind flashed back to that day.
There was a loud splash as Emelie was thrown into the sea
An arrow was lodged in her chest, and she seemed to have stopped breathing. She didn’t struggle or even try to save herself. Blood spread from her chest and dyed the water around her a hint red
Her limbs were lifeless, and the water pressure from all sides pushed her downward, threatening to make her disappear into the depths of the ocean.
The sea was silent and ethereal yet filled with a despair that bridged Ille and death.
Then, there was another splash. Wesley dove into the sea and reached out toward Emelie.
It was as though there was a beam of light following him, like a path to sahation.
He had no diving gear on. Emelie was sinking too fast, and he struggled to keep up. Just as both of their physical limits were reached, he finally grasped her hand. Wesley heard his heartbeat underwater. Resisting the water pressure, he pulled her into his art
arms and, like a mermaid, smoothly flipped and swam toward the surface.
Wesley would never forget the moment when he fell Emelle, who was soaked and unconscious, leaning against him. His entire world turned dark when he couldn’t feel her pulse.
If it hadn’t been for Marcel and Jodie insisting that saving Emelie was the priority, he would have gone to settle the score with William immediately.
The only silver lining was that after a day and night of emergency treatment, he managed to save her. Even though her breathing was still weak, at least she was alive.
The arrow had been just two centimeters away from her heart.
“Eme.. Eme.”
Wesley’s amber eyes were fixed on the woman on the bed as he softly called out her name. Yet, Emelie showed no response,
The doctors had said that she was out of danger. However, her injuries were too severe, and coupled with her weak will to survive, she hadn’t woken up. It was uncertain when she might wake up
Wesley’s throat tightened as be quietly asked her and himself, “Should I have taken you away 11 years ago?”
Alilough there were many uncertainties back then and taking her away wasn’t the best choice, at least he would have been by her side. He wouldn’t have let her get so badly hurt
Chapter 560 What Is He Even Worth?
Chapter 560 What Is He Even Worth?