Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF)
Chapter 496

Chapter 496 It Was Not a Dream

I knew what surprised him, but at that moment, I just wanted to see Walter. I looked at him and said, "Officer Lu, I'm here for Walter. Do you know which ward he's in?"

He pursed his lips slightly, hesitated for a few seconds, his face somewhat stiff, and looked at me, saying, "Ms. Conner, Mr. Hinton's condition is not very good, I just received the news and rushed over." Upon hearing his words, a sinking feeling washed over me, a sense of foreboding. I looked at him and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

He looked at me, his tone tinged with regret and sadness, and said, "Not so good. Although we discovered and detoxified him immediately, he had suffered internal injuries at the border that he hadn't fully recovered from, and this time he..."

I just felt a sharp pain in my chest, holding back my emotions, I said, "Take me to see him."

He nodded, but then he paused on the spot, looking at me hesitantly, "Mr. Hinton might not want you to know about his current situation."

"Take me to see him." My voice was already trembling.

Stanley took a slight breath, nodded, said no more, and led me upstairs.

In the elevator, I couldn't help but ask, "What happened on the day he had the accident?" He was perfectly fine when he left, how could he... Stanley frowned and said, "His car was tampered with, and after an accident on the road, someone took the opportunity to inject something.

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into his waist. The dosage was large. By the time we arrived, the person had already run away. As soon as we realized something was wrong, we rushed him to the hospital and detoxified him, but..."

He didn't say the rest, but I had a pretty good guess in my heart. The purity of that stuff was so high, and the quantity was large. He was injected with so much all at once, I feared...

Seeing me biting my lip in silence, Stanley said, "He woke up once. these past few days and asked us and his people to replace you, but he insisted that we not tell you about his condition." After speaking, his mood was somewhat depressed.

I too remained silent, tightly gripping the corner of my clothes to control my emotions.

I thought I had understood so much, that seeing Walter wouldn't stir too many emotions within me. But when I saw him lying in the hospital bed, excessively thin, I couldn't help but tightly grasp his hand, my heart feeling as if it was being torn apart by countless blades.

"The doctor just came by and administered a sedative," said Odin, his eyes rimmed with dark circles, presumably from constantly taking care of things here.

Walter's hand twitched, startling me into thinking he had woken up. I was about to speak to him, but saw that his eyes were still closed.

Odin sighed slightly, "This is an unconscious twitch, a side effect of the medication. It has been like this for the past few days. This is a mild reaction. When the condition worsens, there will be violent twitching, followed by full-body convulsions."

Just by listening to his words, I felt a tightness in my chest that made it hard to breathe.

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The night was dark, both Odin and Stanley had left the ward, and I stayed by the bedside, holding Walter's hand. This night seemed both long and fleeting.

When the sky was just beginning to lighten, I dozed off for a while. But when I sensed his hand twitching again, I woke up. I thought it was an unconscious movement on his part, so I instinctively got up to tuck him in.

Suddenly, I met a pair of tired eyes, just staring at me. A few seconds. later, they gently closed again. I thought I must have seen wrong.

Startled, as she was about to sit back down in the chair, a weak voice. came from beside her, "Tabatha, this dream is much more real than the previous ones."

I froze, my body still in mid-air, feeling as if I had been violently stabbed in the chest, even breathing hurt.

So, I wasn't mistaken, he had just woken up, but thought he was dreaming, so he closed his eyes again.

"Walter..." I began, my voice somewhat hoarse.

His body noticeably stiffened for a moment, then he opened his weary eyes, slowly shifting his gaze towards me. He stared at me for a long time without moving.

After a long while, he seemed to confirm that he was not dreaming, not hallucinating, it was real. The corner of his mouth suddenly began to tremble. He wanted to reach out and pull me, but he seemed unable to muster any strength.

His situation was much more serious than I had imagined.

Looking at him, I slowly approached him, the pain in my heart. gradually intensifying. Leaning against him, my throat ached as I

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