BossNovelChapter 897
By the tSilas stepped out of the emergency room, it was already two in the morning. The doctor stopped her
in the hallway and asked,
"Did Mr. Ward show any warning signs before he fainted?"
Marguerite paused, trying to recall. "No, there was nothing unusual. We were just talking when he suddenly
complained of a headache. And then-just like that-he collapsed."
The doctor frowned. "That's odd. | just ran a CT scan on his brain-everything looks perfectly normal. There's no
trace of any extra painkiller in his system either, so the dosage must've been reduced. There's really no reason
he should've passed out."
Marguerite pressed, confused. "So, medically speaking, you're saying he isn't sick at all?"
The doctor hesitated, clearly uneasy. "For now, that's what it looks like. But don't rush to check out. I'd like to
keep him under observation for the night, just to be sure."
Marguerite nodded, worry etched in her face, and made her way back to the hospital room.
Inside, Hayes and Margot were fussing around Silas-Hayes dabbing his father's forehead with a damp cloth,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMargot kneading his shoulders, both moving around with anxious energy. Margot was a bundle of nerves, while
Hayes managed to look calm and collected.
He had a feeling he knew what was going on. His dad must've fainted because that experimental device had
glitched again. But something about it didn't sit right with Hayes. Silas and Marguerite had spent the whole day
together without a problem-why would he suddenly collapse at night? What exactly had happened? Just then,
Silas stirred and opened his eyes. Marguerite stepped forward, about to say something, when the door swung
open.
Violet burst into the room. For a moment, she and Marguerite locked eyes, both startled by the sudden
encounter.
Marguerite hadn't called Violet, so how did she know to come? Maybe Margot or the doctor had phoned her.
Snapping out of her daze, Violet hurried to Silas's side, her concern and trembling voice tugging at everyone's
heartstrings as she wrapped her arms around him.
"What happened? Why did you faint again? Are you feeling any better? Does it still hurt?"
Silas's gaze lingered on Marguerite, his expression unreadable as if something weighed on his mind. Then,
almost absently, he draped his arm around Violet, gently rubbing her back.
"I'm fine. See? I'm awake now, aren't I?"
His deep, magnetic voice sent a pang through Marguerite's chest. Watching Silas show that
tenderness to Violet-a tenderness he'd once reserved for her-felt like a punch straight to the heart. She
didn't even realize how awkward and out of place her emotions had become.
She simply caught Hayes's eye, signaling him to follow, and quietly led the boy out into the corridor, settling
down on a bench. Moments later, Margot joined them, sitting on Marguerite's other side.
Marguerite glanced at her, a tired smile on her lips. "Why aren't you staying with your dad? What brings you out
here?"
Margot met her gaze, dead serious. She didn't answer the question. Instead, she blurted out,
"Ms. Marguerite, my dad and Violet aren't married. They haven't even gotten a marriage license-I don't want you
to get the wrong idea."
Marguerite was taken aback, unsure why Margot suddenly felt the need to explain this. Whether or not they'd
made it official or had a wedding hardly seemed to matter-Violet herself had once said that, as far as everyone
else was concerned, she and Silas were already a couple.
Marguerite forced a smile, not sure how to respond, and settled for a vague reply.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Margot nodded so emphatically it looked like her head might fall off. "It's true! They're not even really dating..."
Meanwhile, back in the hospital room-
As soon as Marguerite left, Silas gently pushed Violet away. She was sobbing, tears streaming down her face, but
Silas felt nothing-not even a flicker of sympathy.
He looked at Violet, but his mind was far away, fixated on the image of a woman who, in his memory, never
turned to face him. Was the woman in his memories really Violet? Why couldn't he remember? And why did his
head ache so
terribly whenever he tried?
It had happened again tonight-just like it had that tat Dr. Stella's office.
Who was that woman?
No matter how hard he tried, Silas couldn't dredge up the answer.
He sat up, his eyes piercing as he looked at Violet.
"Violet, how did we meet? What exactly is our story?"
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