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Chapter 170 His Future Beloved Will Only Be Me
In the hospital room, Marin tried to restrain Warren’s hands, looking at Warren’s red eyes and trembling body, Marin felt helpless. “Warren, are you okay? Calm down. The doctor will be here soon. You need a sedative.”
“That thing was useless. Even regular doctors were useless,” Warren said, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. His right hand trembled uncontrollably.
Warren had a severe headache. The intense pain made him feel like smashing things. Gradually, his vision became blurry.
Warren fell to the ground, his tall and heavy body causing Tara’s hospital bed to move slightly.
Warren’s eyes turned red with sadness, and he quickly rushed to stabilize Tara’s hospital bed.
Marin felt uncomfortable and immediately went to help him. He was hit on the head by Warren’s uncontrollable punch, and blood started flowing.
“Warren, what’s wrong with you?” Suddenly, a faint trembling voice came from the door, mixed with concern.
Immediately after, a slender figure ran in.
Isabelle rushed to Warren’s side. Judging by his appearance, he seemed to be experiencing a bout of madness. In the early stages of this illness, it can manifest as violent bloodlust, and in severe cases, it can lead to self–harm, confusion, and a complete loss of recognition, plunging the individual into madness.
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She wanted to take his pulse, but as soon as she reached out her hand, Warren saw her.
He was conscious, and that little face came into his eyes, along with Tara lying quietly on the bed, which hurt him deeply!
“Why did she come in?” he asked Marin, looking up.
“Tell her to leave. I don’t want to see her.”
“Go away!” Warren went out of control and started throwing things at her.
Marin saw the porcelain about to hit Isabelle’s stomach and immediately kicked her away.
Isabelle stared blankly, her mind filled with nothing but the hateful and repulsive voices of him.
Warren was half lying on the ground, his tall and sturdy figure appearing fragile, on the verge of violence. Trembling, he held his head and suddenly, he lifted it up.
Warren thought of someone who could save him and muttered, “Call… Amy.”
“Huh?” Marin was puzzled. Amy is still a patient now. Why did Warren call her?
“Quick, call Amy! I need her!” Warren gritted his teeth in pain.
Four years ago, he had a seizure. It was Amy who saved him all night long. She might have a solution.
While he still had consciousness, Warren repeated a few more instructions.
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her throat, eventually turning into a pain in her heart.
“I didn’t harm Tara…” she explained, feeling at a loss.
“You’re still trying to argue!” Alex said coldly.
Amy rolled over in her wheelchair and saw Alex glaring at Isabelle. Warren’s friends, who used to be so friendly towards Isabelle, now treated her with extreme coldness.
Amy laughed heartily in her mind.
Amy was full of pride and pretended to ask anxiously, “What happened to Warren? Alex, did Warren ask me to come?”
“Yes, Ms. Watson, you go in quickly. Warren had a seizure. He called for you to come, thinking that you could help him.”
Alex looked distressed, but his attitude towards Amy had improved a lot. After all, even the psychiatrist couldn’t do anything about Warren’s illness.
“Well, I was proficient in medicine, I immediately examined him!”
Amy spoke, but out of the corner of her eye, she looked at Isabelle and insincerely said, “Ms. Spencer, are you staying here to continue provoking Warren? Don’t you understand that you are the reason for Warren’s outbursts?”
Maybe Isabelle couldn’t argue back, but she stared coldly at Amy, clenching her fists. “If his illness was because Tara was his last straw, then you are the main culprit.”
“Amy, you understand what I’m saying. Mom turning into a vegetable and you being involved is undeniable. Sooner or later, the truth will come out, and you will face consequences!”
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“You didn’t really love him, you were cruel–hearted. In order to have
him, you didn’t hesitate to harm his mother, causing him to fall ill. This is called a sick obsession.”
Amy quickly glanced at the departing Alex. Her face froze for a moment, then she burst into a cold laughter.
The wheelchair slid up to Isabelle’s side as Amy sneered in a low voice, “Now, in everyone’s eyes, it’s you who’s the troublemaker, and it’s me who donated the kidney. Warren is deeply moved. You’ve lost completely. Him kicking you out is the best proof!”
And I would get Warren, whether it was his person or his heart. Oh, his heart might already be mine.
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The last sentence, what Amy said was particularly cunning.
Isabelle’s eyes were icy cold. She didn’t understand the meaning behind Amy’s words.
“Do you know why he asked me to come, why he relies on me so much? You will never know.”
A half–cut ring that was snatched gave Amy the upper hand. Isabelle never knew how she lost.
Amy thought of this and smirked mysteriously. “His future sweetheart will only be me. Just watch as I heal him and we live happily together!”
Amy proudly slid into the ward.
Isabelle stared fixedly at her back as she walked towards Warren. Warren, with a faint trace of consciousness, looked trustingly at Amy with his crimson eyes.
Isabelle was extremely jealous and felt trapped in the cold winter.
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Why does Warren trust Amy so much when he was sick? Is it just because Amy donated a kidney to his mother?
“Never mind, Bella. He was very resistant towards you. Let Amy handle him for now and see how things go,”
Glenda was worried that Isabelle would enter again and hurt the child. Glenda hesitantly advised, “The child is important. With him like this, you have to take better care of the baby, don’t you? Look at Alex, he looks like he wants to tear you apart. Let’s go back to the ward, you need to take your medicine.”
Isabelle fell silent weakly, she was pushed back.
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In Tara’s ward, Amy was not as relaxed as she had told Isabelle.
Warren struggled to maintain his last bit of clarity. “Amy… Am I worse off than I was four years ago?”
Amy was completely clueless when asked, and could only blurt out a lie, “Yes, Warren, your condition was particularly severe this time.”
“Four years ago, you could cure me, I believed in you.”
Amy awkwardly smiled and placed her hand on his pulse. His pulse was extremely irregular. Amy couldn’t diagnose the cause of the problem at all and didn’t know where to start.
Damn it, how did Isabelle treat him that night four years ago?
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