Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 174: Brother, You Have to Wake Up Soon

Chapter 174: Chapter 174: Brother, You Have to Wake Up Soon

Silas Prescott was rushed to the hospital, and Sienna Paxton followed him into the operating room.

Julian Prescott saw Old Master Prescott and Lucy Rhodes arrive, and the emotions he’d been holding back finally broke.

He ran with his little legs and threw himself into Old Master Prescott’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Great-grandpa, Daddy’s hurt. No matter how I call him, he won’t answer me. I’m so scared. Will he die?"

Hearing this, tears welled up around Old Master Prescott’s eyes.

He gently stroked Julian’s head and comforted him, "Julian, your dad will be fine. Your mom will save him."

Lucy Rhodes picked him up off the floor, heart aching, and wiped his tears as she spoke, "Julian, don’t cry. Auntie will wait with you for Daddy to wake up, okay?"

Julian clung tightly to Lucy Rhodes’ neck, his tears and snot dampening her shoulder.

His body trembled constantly, teeth chattering nonstop.

The panic inside him had reached its peak.

He saw his dad’s head bleeding, and watched his mom shedding anxious tears; he knew his dad’s injury must be serious.

Yet, on the way here, he hadn’t shed a single tear.

Because he was afraid his mom would worry about him.

He’d finally found happiness as a family of three, and didn’t want to lose it so soon.

Seeing him like this, Lucy Rhodes’ heart ached as she patted his back, "Julian, don’t be scared. Your dad won’t die. He finally found your mom; he wouldn’t bear to leave now."

Even as she said this, Lucy Rhodes’ eyes reddened nonetheless.

She knew her brother’s situation best. Having experienced a kidnapping as a child, and now seeing the two people he loves most being kidnapped again...

And forced to make a choice.

This heartbreak—it felt like history repeating itself.

She was very worried her brother’s condition would worsen.

And even more afraid he might never wake up; after all, the wound was to his head, and it was caused by explosives.

Everyone’s mood was heavy; the entire hallway was oppressively silent, so much that you could hear each other’s heartbeats.

Time seemed stretched—one minute felt like an hour.

Inside the operating room, Sienna Paxton looked at Silas Prescott’s injuries, gripping the tools in her hands tightly.

Her hands began trembling uncontrollably.

Caden Sinclair saw her this way, and with concern said, "Sienna, let someone else take the lead. You’re exhausted, and I’m worried about your state."

Sienna sniffed and replied, "His injuries are severe. I won’t feel at ease letting anyone else do it."

Silas was undergoing brain surgery—such a critical area. Even a tiny mistake would mean he wouldn’t survive the operating table.

And this operation was very complicated. Right now, she didn’t trust anyone but herself.

Seeing her so determined, Caden Sinclair patted her shoulder, saying, "I’ll be your assistant. If you need anything, just say so."

Sienna nodded, hiding all her emotions deep within her eyes.

She looked steadily at the rest of the doctors and nurses, "Let’s begin."

The surgical lights went on; everyone was tense and focused.

Sienna took a deep breath and silently prayed: Brother, you have to hold on.

Several hours later, the surgery was finally over.

Sienna dragged her exhausted body to the operating room door.

Seeing her emerge, Julian leapt from Lucy Rhodes’ arms and rushed toward Sienna.

"Mommy, how’s Daddy?"

He sensibly grabbed Sienna’s hand, without tears or tantrums.

But his handsome little face was tense and worried.

Sienna crouched down and hugged him tightly.

The emotions she’d held back could no longer be contained. Her voice choked, "Julian, Daddy’s surgery went very well. All we have to do is wait for him to wake up."

Hearing this, the tension Julian had been carrying finally eased.

His chubby hands wiped away Sienna’s tears as he comforted her, "Mommy, don’t cry. You still have Julian. I’ll stay with you and wait for Daddy to wake up."

There was an unwavering resolve in his four-year-old eyes that shouldn’t have been there at that age.

His words made Sienna’s heart ache even more.

Seeing that he seemed normal, unaffected by the kidnapping, and his condition hadn’t relapsed,

Sienna was relieved and kissed Julian’s cheek, "Julian, you’re amazing. You weren’t affected by all this. Mommy was really worried about you."

Julian knew exactly what Mom was worried about: she was afraid he’d go back to how he used to be—never speaking again.

He quickly reassured her, "Mommy, Julian’s fine. With Daddy and Mommy protecting me, my condition won’t come back. You don’t need to worry."

Seeing how mature he was, Sienna couldn’t help but tear up again, "Baby, thank you for being so strong. Everything will be okay."

Otherwise, she’d have no idea what to do.

Lucy Rhodes hugged them both from behind, heart aching too: "Sienna, don’t worry. We’ll wait together for my brother to wake up."

Silas Prescott was moved into ICU for observation; his injuries were too severe, and waking up would take time.

Sienna stayed by Silas’s side the whole time.

At night, as soon as she stepped out of the ICU, she saw Ethan Prescott standing at the door.

Unlike other fathers, he didn’t seem worried at all.

Instead, he stared at Sienna with a cold, somber face: "Stella Sterling shouldn’t have kidnapped Julian, but her legs are ruined now—that’s retribution enough. Can’t you let it go? Why do you insist on pressing charges?"

Hearing that, Sienna felt a storm of emotions.

She felt heartache for Silas having such a cold-blooded father.

His son was injured and unconscious, yet he didn’t ask about it—even pleaded for the perpetrator.

Sienna sneered, "Anyone who didn’t know would think Stella’s your daughter. Your own son is hurt and unconscious; you haven’t uttered a single word of concern, yet plead for Stella. Mr. Prescott, don’t you think you’re being a little much?"

Ethan didn’t feel guilty; instead, he glared coldly at Sienna, "What nonsense are you spouting? I’m worried about how this affects our families’ relationship. Silas isn’t dead, is he? Show some mercy when you can. Don’t you get it? You really are an ill-mannered child."

Sienna retorted bluntly, "Whether I’m ill-mannered or not is none of your business. But the way you treat Silas—I won’t stand for it. You didn’t care about him when he was ten, but now he has me. I’ll never let you hurt him again."

"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like this? Don’t forget, if I hadn’t approved it, you’d never have married into the Prescott family."

"Whether I could marry him had nothing to do with you. Ever since you abandoned him after that kidnapping, you lost any right to meddle in his life.

Back then, you gave up on him for your younger son; now, for Stella Sterling, you want him to let go of his grudge. Even if he never wakes up, I won’t agree. I’m the victim here; I have every right to sue, and this time I won’t spare Stella Sterling."

Ethan, seeing her so adamant, turned purple with rage: "Sienna, don’t forget you were raised by the Prescott family. You’re in no position to make decisions for Silas."

Sienna laughed coolly, "I was indeed raised by the Prescott family, but it was Grandpa and Brother Silas who raised me. You never gave me anything. What right do you have to meddle in my affairs?"

"Sienna, if you won’t accept kindness, then you’ll have to accept discipline. Targeting Stella Sterling like this—what good does it do you?"

"If you want me to spare her, fine. Let her kidnap Damien Prescott, have Damien hug a bomb and jump into the sea. If she can do all that, I’ll drop the charges without hesitation."

"Are you trying to get someone killed!"

"Oh, so you know it’s a death sentence? But Silas already went through that yesterday—why is it okay for him but not for Damien? Is it just because he doesn’t have your blood? Or he’s not good enough?

Mr. Prescott, you’ve already hurt Silas once. This time, I won’t let you hurt him again.

You’re protecting Stella Sterling only because you want to protect Damien. I’m not that naïve. Stella couldn’t have pulled off the kidnapping alone—how else would she have gotten ahold of explosives?

The mastermind behind her... I don’t have to spell it out for you. Outwardly, you’re pleading for Stella, but in reality, you’re trying to protect your golden child. I won’t let anyone hurt Silas Prescott."

Hearing all this, Ethan shook with fury.

He raised his arm, about to slap Sienna’s face.

But his hand hadn’t even come down when a heavy blow landed on his back.

Old Master Prescott glared at him coldly. "You dare lay a hand on Sienna? I’ll break your leg right now."

Ethan was annoyed, "Dad, didn’t you see how she disrespected me?"

"Why should she respect you? What about you is worth respecting? You ignore your own son’s life and death, but plead for a criminal. Ethan, I may be old, but I’m not senile. You think I don’t know who’s behind this? If I find out Damien had anything to do with it, I won’t spare him."

Ethan sneered, "Dad, he’s your grandson too. You’d really put justice above family?"

"And you’re Silas’s own father, yet you don’t care about his fate? Sienna did nothing wrong. When someone has been hurt, there’s no forgiveness."

On hearing this, Ethan’s lips twitched, "Dad, Silas is still unconscious, who knows if he’ll ever wake up—and his new project failed, costing a fortune. He’s no longer fit to be president. It’s time to change."

Old Master Prescott’s face darkened, "So you want him dead just so you can grab the president’s seat? Ethan, even a tiger doesn’t eat its own cubs. How could you?"

"Don’t accuse me. I haven’t done anything. Silas himself insisted on signing that betting agreement with the shareholders, putting himself in this situation. What’s that got to do with me?"

"Weren’t you and Damien plotting behind the scenes, making trouble for him so he had to sign that agreement? Ethan, I’m old, but not buried. I’ll say this now: if you want Silas’s president seat, I won’t agree. Damien neither has the character nor the ability to take over as family head."

Old Master Prescott trembled with rage, but right now, he was Silas’s only hope.

But just as he finished speaking, a cold, mocking laugh came from behind.

"Grandpa, do you look down on me that much? Well, I’ll make sure to prove you wrong."

Old Master Prescott banged his cane against the floor, "You dare? You’ll have to step over my dead body first."

Damien Prescott smiled dismissively, "You think I’m afraid? Anyone who blocks my path to the top—I’ll see them dead."

He spoke, eyes cold, staring at Old Master Prescott.

Old Master Prescott flushed with fury, "You heartless brat! Had I known you’d be so cruel, I’d never have put you in the family registry."

Damien sneered, "Say what you want, it won’t help. You’d better pray my brother wakes up, or if he ends up a vegetable, what will happen to his wife and kid? If they want, I can take them in."

As he spoke, he lowered his gaze to Sienna.

Just as he reached out to touch Sienna’s cheek, she slapped his hand away.

Sienna stared at him coldly, "In your dreams!"

Damien wasn’t angry—in fact, his smile grew manic, "Sienna, one day you’ll agree to be mine."

To get revenge on Silas, stealing his woman would be the ultimate blow.

He was determined to show everyone that Damien Prescott was a hundred times better than Silas.

Old Master Prescott, enraged, lifted his cane and struck Damien’s leg, "If you dare so much as touch Sienna, I’ll break your leg."

Damien sneered, "Grandpa, when I’m family head, do you think you’ll still be able to control me? Then, I’ll put you in a nursing home and take back the Prescott estate."

With that, he strode away, cold and unfeeling.

Old Master Prescott trembled, pointing at the retreating figure while cursing Ethan, "You see that? That’s your precious son—betraying his own brother and ancestors!"

Ethan snorted coldly, "Whose fault is that? It’s Silas’s own for refusing to listen and insisting on staying with Sienna, a jinx. I have no choice but to pick someone else for the position."

He left without turning back.

Witnessing this, Old Master Prescott’s eyes reddened, his voice shaking.

"If the Prescott family is taken by them, it’s all over."

That’s why, back then, he skipped Ethan and made Silas head of the family—he knew Ethan didn’t have the right character.

A family leader needs ability, but more importantly, virtue.

Only then can the family last long.

But neither Ethan nor Damien possessed that quality; if they took over, they’d destroy the whole family.

Sienna saw Old Master Prescott trembling with rage, and hurried to gently pat his back.

She comforted him softly, "Grandpa, don’t worry. I believe Silas will get better soon."

Old Master Prescott patted her hand gently, eyes brimming with tears, "Sienna, Silas only has you now. You must help him."

"I will, Grandpa. I won’t give up on him."

Stella Sterling was blackmailed by Damien with nude photos, forcing her to keep quiet about his role as mastermind.

She took all the blame onto herself. When her wounds stabilized, she was sent to prison.

Damien thus escaped unscathed.

A few days later—

The Prescott family fell into chaos.

Silas Prescott’s new project had failed, leaving him to pay billions in compensation.

The shareholders demanded a re-election for president.

Naturally, Damien was pushed forward as the ideal candidate.

Facing such chaos, Sienna clung tightly to Silas’s hand.

Her voice was gentle, "Brother, please wake up soon. Otherwise, Damien will seize the estate, and Prescott Group will be his. He’ll go after me and Julian, and says he’ll send Grandpa to a nursing home. I’m scared Grandpa will die of heartbreak."

She told Silas everything that had happened, explaining all the stakes and dangers.

But Silas showed no response at all.

A few days later—

When Sienna entered Silas’s hospital room again, she saw Ethan and Damien standing there.

And Silas was sitting up in bed, eyes blazing with fury at them.