Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
I won't admit it even if I'm beaten to death.
"Tick tock tick tock …"
"Tick tock …"
In the quiet ward, only the rhythmic sound of the machine could be heard. Ravel sat on the chair beside the bed, his eyes staring at the person on the bed without blinking. His amber eyes reflected the person's figure, mixed with an extremely silent compassion.
Time passed bit by bit, and he seemed to have turned into a stone statue, not moving at all.
The person lying on the bed was naturally Teresa, who was wrapped in a white gauze. An oxygen mask covered half of her face, leaving only a pair of thick eyelashes covering her eyes. She looked like she was in a deep sleep.
"The patient has lost too much blood, causing a lack of oxygen in the brain …"
"She was seriously injured and did not receive treatment in time, missing the best treatment time …"
"The patient's desire to live is not strong, it is very possible …"
"…"
In the past few days, in order to save Teresa, Ravel had invited countless famous doctors.
These people were all sanctimonious outside, and after diagnosing Teresa, they said all sorts of things. However, not a single one of them could tell him clearly that Teresa could still be saved, that she could still wake up, and that she was only in a temporary coma.
Not a single one.
They could not do anything other than sentence Teresa to death!
Without exception, these people were all kicked out of the door by Ravel.
His extraordinarily handsome face had an additional layer of haze, making him, who was originally sunny, seem to be shrouded in a dark fog.
Time passed bit by bit, and Teresa still did not show any signs of waking up.
"Your Highness, you've finally called my name correctly …"
Teresa looked at him with tears in her eyes.
At that moment, Ravel could not clearly describe what he was feeling. His chest felt like it had been hit by something, and it hurt a little. It hurt so much that it made him feel dazed. He had always known that this woman was not Lacey, but he did not dare to accept this fact.
He did not want to accept the fact that Lacey had died because of him, so he continued to call Teresa Lacey.
"Your Highness, my name is Teresa, not Lacey …"
In the beginning, Teresa had patiently corrected him. However, he was like a rebellious youngster. He insisted on going against her. Lacey, Lacey. He kept repeating the words' Lacey, Lacey, 'over and over again. It was as though by doing so, Lacey would really come back. In the end, Teresa finally stopped saying anything.
He thought that Teresa had compromised.
In the end, she finally said her name in tears. At that moment, Ravel realized how much he had hurt this woman.
The moment Teresa kissed his lips, Ravel realized that Teresa actually loved him. He was stunned. The sudden confession caught him off guard. But before he could think of a reply, an anesthetic pierced deep into his flesh.
At that moment, Ravel realized that Teresa's confession to him wasn't because she hoped to get a response from him, but because she wanted to bid him farewell.
She clearly knew that this battle was the final farewell between the two of them.
He didn't even have the chance to apologize to her.
"Teresa …"
Ravel reached out and grabbed Teresa's wrist, which was placed on the side of the bed. He held it tightly in his hand and murmured, "I will never mispronounce your name again. Teresa, Teresa … I will never mistake you for Lacey again. I beg you to give me a chance to repent and start anew, okay?"
What answered him was the rhythmic 'tick tock' sound of a machine.
His eyes grew even dimmer. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. "As expected, this won't do."
It was impossible for Teresa to wake up again.
At that moment, the door was ruthlessly kicked open. Adam strode in.
The thick smell of disinfectant in the room caused Adam to frown. When he saw Ravel's lifeless appearance, he walked over.
"Your Highness Ravel, how much more negative do you want to be?"
He went straight to the point.
The quiet room was immediately filled with smoke. Ravel seemed to be afraid that Teresa would be disturbed. He raised his head and swept his gaze around. Then, he frowned and stared at Adam. He said in an unfriendly tone, "Adam, aren't you being too reckless? When did I allow you to barge in?"
"Heh, putting on airs in front of me?" Adam wasn't frightened by Ravel's imposing manner at all. Instead, he grabbed Ravel's collar and lifted him up. "The people from the J Organisation are almost at the door. You're still guarding a half-dead person here. If you don't want the Charlie Royal Family to be destroyed by your own hands, you'd better pull yourself together!"
"J Organisation?"
Ravel was stunned. He had been guarding Teresa for the past few days. He knew very little about what was happening in the outside world.
"Do you really plan to isolate yourself from the world?" When Adam saw his puzzled look, he was furious. He sneered and pulled him out of the house. His strength was so great that Ravel was caught off guard. He staggered and fell. He was also angry and directly slapped away Adam's hand.
"Are you done?"
When Adam heard this, he was also angry. He shouted at him, "I'll return this sentence to you! 'Are you done yet?' If you keep watching here, will this woman be able to come back to life? Do you know that the situation is very serious now? You're the direct descendant of the Charlie Royal Family. If you don't come out and say something, the people will be unstable. Are you planning to bury the foundation of the Charlie Royal Family? When you go to hell, do you dare to face your ancestors? "
Ravel was speechless.
He stared at him and didn't say anything.
"Come with me!"
He grabbed Ravel again and dragged him out.
"Take a good look. What's the situation outside now?" Adam threw a stack of reports in front of him. Ravel's face was not good. He looked at the thick stack of reports in front of him and struggled for a moment. Then, he flipped through the reports in front of him. His brows furrowed tighter and his face became more and more gloomy.
Adam glanced at him. "How do you feel now?"
Ravel threw the reports aside and said coldly, "The struggle in the Royal Family has always been so cruel. The winner is the king and the loser is the villain. There's nothing to say."
He seemed to have known everything that Charles VII had done.
"You knew?"
"There's no wall in the world that doesn't have a crack …"
Ravel glanced at Adam. He changed his sitting position and crossed his legs. He said coldly, "After all, I was the most likely heir to the throne. It's impossible that I didn't know anything about this. I just didn't expect that grandfather didn't count the number of people and let this fish escape the net. I also didn't expect that the other party had established such a huge organization."
If he heard these words from someone else, Adam might not have any reaction.
But when these words came from Ravel's mouth, it made him feel very uncomfortable. This man gave people the impression that he was a teenager who lived in the sun. He was a little silly, but he was righteous. He didn't expect that he would accept Charles VII's actions so easily.
Suddenly, Adam couldn't understand Ravel.
"I have a general understanding of the situation. Actually, it's both tricky and easy."
Adam raised his eyebrows. "Oh?"
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