Playtime's Over, CEO: She's Really Done With You-Chapter 505: He Didn’t Even Dare Hold Her Too Tight

Chapter 505: Chapter 505: He Didn’t Even Dare Hold Her Too Tight

Ian Yates had already pressed the call button for assistance.

"Brother, even if you want to see her now, you can’t. You..." Isla Lawson looked towards Julian Lawson’s legs.

The doctor soon came in and immediately began an examination.

...

On the other side.

Silas Hawthorne, with a pale face, was holding onto the wall as he made his way to the ICU, his slightly red eyes becoming more apparent as he moved.

His lips were pressed into a firm line. Although weak, he kept moving forward, with Orion Hawthorne following behind him holding an IV.

"Brother!" Orion called out from behind, "Don’t rush, or you’ll tear your wound open again!"

Previously, when Silas forced himself to go to the factory, his wound had indeed torn open.

Orion, seeing that Silas was not listening, told a passing nurse, "Quick, get a wheelchair over here."

The nurse immediately went to arrange it.

By this time, Silas had already reached Serena’s room.

He couldn’t enter the ICU; Silas leaned against the glass, viewing Serena covered in various medical devices, his usual calmness and composure shattering. His heart ached as if it were being cut with a knife.

"How is she?" Silas, burning with anxiety, his eyes bloodshot, paced back and forth regardless of everything, snapping, "Where’s the doctor!"

"Brother, don’t worry, the doctor is on the way, brother, you..." Orion’s eyes were also red.

The doctor soon arrived.

"How is she?" Silas immediately inquired.

"She’s severely injured. There was a point when her heartbeat stopped and she stopped breathing, but luckily, we revived her. We’ve done everything we can," the doctor said. "She’s still not out of danger. She could go critical at any time, we..."

The doctor’s words were cut off by the beeping alarm from the instruments inside.

Soon, a group of medical staff rushed in to administer aid.

The doctor who was just speaking with Silas was also swept away by the urgency of the situation.

Silas watched as they connected Serena to new devices to save her, wishing he could take her place.

"Earlier, when sister-in-law was just brought in, the doctor said that if she wakes up, things might improve, but if she doesn’t..." Orion’s eyes were red as he spoke, but his words trailed off.

"What if she doesn’t wake up?" Silas gripped Orion’s shoulders, his bloodshot eyes fixated on him, "Tell me!"

Orion hesitated, but he sighed heavily and said, "If she doesn’t wake up, sister-in-law could remain like this for the rest of her life."

Silas was stunned.

He slowly turned his head to look at Serena lying inside.

Like this for a lifetime...

A vegetative state?

The world seemed to explode; for a moment, he seemed to lose all comprehension.

It was as if he couldn’t understand the doctor’s previous words at all.

He felt empty, yet his heart was filled with immense sorrow and fear.

Yes, fear.

After years at sea, having faced death countless times, he hadn’t felt fear in a long time.

And yet, he felt it once when he rushed to the factory.

And now, once more.

He was scared.

Scared of everything that was happening, scared of losing her.

His hand on the glass trembled slightly, almost unable to keep him standing.

"Brother!" Orion immediately supported him, speaking with a sob, "Don’t be like this, we all hope for a good outcome!"

He had never seen Silas like this.

In his memory, the elder brother of the family was always unflappable in the face of any catastrophe, elegant and gentle, able to remain calm no matter what happened. As long as they found their elder brother at home, things would be solved.

But now, he seemed to have collapsed.

The hospital lights were cold, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Silas leaned against the glass, watching the scene inside the rescue room.

His mind kept replaying the image of her in the burning building.

Covered in injuries, the wedding dress he had prepared for her stained with blood, and the spot on her back struck by the pillar was a ghastly mess.

Even holding her, he was afraid to exert too much pressure, fearing she might shatter at the slightest touch.

Would she be okay?

With such severe injuries, she must be in immense pain.

His heart ached as if it was being torn apart, a tear slid down from the corner of his eye.

"It’s my fault, for not protecting you well enough." He clenched his fists, the wound on his left chest bleeding again.

He had promised her that she could rely on him, trust him.

Yet, he had failed to prevent all this from happening.

They had only just given each other pet names, had only just celebrated their wedding.

They had only just become husband and wife in front of everyone.

Why did his beloved have to endure all this?

Why wasn’t it him lying there!

Why wasn’t it him...

Tears fell continuously, soaking the floor, his vision blackening, the physical pain incomparable to the pain in his heart, so severe it felt like it might stop his breathing.

"Brother? Why are you bleeding so much?" Orion realized something was wrong with Silas in time.

The next moment, Silas’s vision went black, and he passed out.

The nurse had brought a wheelchair, and they quickly got him into it, rushing to find the doctor.

...

After another round of resuscitation, Serena finally regained some stability.

Once the medical staff withdrew.

"What do you think?" someone asked.

"It’s difficult," the other replied.

Several others shook their heads.

After the doctors left, Preston Langley and Ian Yates finally managed to persuade Isla and wheeled Julian Lawson over.

Looking at Serena, who lay motionless within, he was almost consumed with self-loathing.

If not for his overpowering possessiveness, forcefully taking her from the wedding, if he hadn’t made his feelings so obvious, would Preston Langley still have targeted her?

It was all his fault...

...

In a single day, the ICU where Serena was located underwent several resuscitation efforts.

The faces of those waiting outside in the family rest area were grave.

Several women were crying with swollen red eyes.

Especially Sheila Jenkins, who insisted on staying until Serena woke up.

At one point, her emotions were so overwhelming that she fainted.

That day, all of Aeston was abuzz.

The Hawthorne Group and Aeon had taken a break, so the offices seemed calm, but internal group chats were buzzing.

The Lawson Corporation was a different story.

Though everyone appeared to be going about their business as usual, there was an air of anxiety.

Even though Julian Lawson had offered to resign, Preston Langley had previously blackmailed him to bring Vera Hansen; how did Vera suddenly appear?

That’s a question.

And now with several people in unknown critical conditions, The Lawson Corporation was in chaos, with stock prices plummeting.

Old Master Lawson had to head to the company early to stabilize the situation.

In the afternoon, once it was confirmed Julian was conscious, they immediately arranged for him to be taken abroad, affirming he was alive.

But even so, things remained tumultuous.

"President Lawson, in his current state, doesn’t look good at all."

"Yeah, did President Lawson hide Vera Hansen earlier? Does that mean there’s going to be a case?"