Chapter 615
What?
What did the maid just say?
Stuart had woken up?
How was that possible?
Stuart was in a vegetative state. He had been lying in that bed for over twenty years with no signs of recovery. Even internationally renowned doctors had given up on him.
How could Caitlin, a country bumpkin, be more skilled than them?
It was impossible!
Amanda stood frozen, the color draining from her face. Ann was equally incredulous, unsure whether she should be crying or laughing. She thought she must have misheard. Stuart had looked like he was on death’s door. How could he possibly have woken up?
Amanda quickly regained her composure, forcing a look of excitement. “Is… is it true? Is Stuart really awake p>
“Yes, it’s true,” the maid said, her face beaming. “The master has really woken up p>
“Did you see it with your own eyes?” Amanda pressed.
The maid nodded. “Yes, I saw it with my own eyes p>
“Miss Amanda, if you don’t believe me, come to the front courtyard and see for yourself p>
*She saw it herself p>
If the maid had seen it with her own eyes, then it was likely true.
Amanda could hardly breathe, her mind in a chaotic whirl. But she couldn’t panic.
She had to stay calm and not lose her nerve.
“Come on, Ann, let’s go see your uncle! Thank God, he’s finally better p>
“Okay, Mom.” Ann followed Amanda, struggling to control her own emotions.
The maid led the way, with Amanda and Ann following behind.
“Mom!” Ann whispered, clutching Amanda’s arm. “What on earth is going on? How did Uncle suddenly wake up p>
She was panicking. Her reputation in The Capital was ruined. Her only hope of redemption was inheriting the Gonzales family fortune.
But now, Stuart was awake.
If Stuart was awake, he was the rightful head of the Gonzales family, and Caitlin was still the heir. Where did that leave her?
No. Stuart couldn’t wake up.
He had to die!
Only if Stuart died would Caitlin be branded a murderer, and only then could she finally turn the tables and crush her.
“Calm down, Ann. Let’s go see for ourselves first,” Amanda said, patting her hand, a cold glint in her eyes. “It might just be a death rally p>
The more Amanda thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. How could a man who had already been given a death sentence suddenly recover? By what miracle?
A country girl with a few half-baked medical skills?
It was utterly impossible.
It had to be a death rally.
Ann let out a sigh of relief. Her mother was right. People on the verge of death often experienced final burst of energy, appearing completely normal, able to eat and
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Meanwhile, although Stuart was awake, he was still extremely weak. He looked at Keira, his face pale and bloodless.
“Stuart, Stuart, do you recognize me? It’s Mom!” Keira cried, holding his hand, tears of joy streaming down her face. She had waited so many years for this day.
Stuart raised a hand to his temple, a splitting headache assailing him. He tried to speak, but no words came out. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead and his body trembled.” Finally, he managed to force out a single word: “Mom p>
“Stuart, Stuart p>
Hearing her son call her name, Keira was overjoyed. But she quickly noticed something was wrong. He seemed to be fighting something. “Freya, Freya, come quickly! What’s wrong with your father p>
Caitlin poured a glass of water and handed it to Keira. “Grandma, drink some water. Don’t worry. My father
is awake, but it w
for him will take some time
for him to become fully conscious. We just need to wait p>
“Alright p>
Caitlin’s words calmed Keira. She took the glass with one hand, never letting go of
her son’s hand with the other, and took a sip.
“Freya, what kind of tea is this?” she asked, looking at Caitlin. “It tastes a little strange p>
It was a flavor she had never tasted before.
“You haven’t been sleeping well because you’ve been so worried about Dad. This
is a medicinal tea, to strengthen your body and protect your heart,” Caitlin explained. “You should drink more of it p>
“You’re so thoughtful, Freya.” Hearing that the tea was good for her, Keira drank the entire glass.
The moment she finished, Stuart, who had been lying down, suddenly sat bolt upright. He clutched his head and let out an agonized roar. “Carey! Carey p>
“Why p>
“No p>
“Stuart, Stuart, what’s wrong? What are you saying? Talk to Mom!” Keira threw her arms around him, trying to soothe him. “Mom’s here! Don’t be afraid. Freya is here too p>
It was as if Stuart couldn’t hear her. He was trapped in his own world, an out-of- control beast.
Amanda and Ann walked in to see this scene unfold.
Amanda’s eyes narrowed, a dark, triumphant smile playing on her lips.
She was right.
Stuart wasn’t awake. It was a death rally.
And a violent, insane one at that.