Chapter 11: Not Eavesdropping Anymore
After dealing with the last person, Caleb's breath was unsteady, and he barely managed to keep himself from collapsing. “Die, Conrat’s lackey!” Someone threw a brick at Caleb, catching him off guard and hitting him squarely on the head. Blood trickled down his forehead, and his vision flickered. The scene before him blurred and became indistinct. Am I going to die? Well, it’s not so bad. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened, and it won’t be the last. Rather than live and deal with the Quirall family…
As Caleb collapsed to the ground, his consciousness slowly faded. “Caleb!” In the final moment, he thought he heard Gianna’s voice. No way. Why is she here? Did Raquel call her over? I doubt it. She’s probably enjoying her time with Jesse and is too busy to bother with me. This feigned concern disgusts me!
When he opened his eyes, all he could see was a white ceiling. The scent of disinfectant filled his nostrils as numerous individuals in white coats bustled about. Upon noticing his awakening, someone exclaimed joyfully, “Caleb, you’re finally awake! That’s wonderful!”
Surprised, Caleb looked up and saw Gianna. I guess I wasn’t hallucinating her voice before I passed out. Before he could even speak, another female voice interjected with sarcasm, “It took quite an effort to save you. Why force yourself when you’re clearly not capable?”
Realizing it was Yelena, Caleb instantly lost interest in conversing. Although he was unsure of Yelena’s intentions, he had made it clear that he had no further ties with the Quixall family before leaving. Why did she bother to save me if she despises me? She could’ve simply scattered my ashes into the river, and we’d have nothing to do with each other anymore. This clinginess is so…unseemly.
“Speak up! As long as you’re alive, you’re still my brother!” Originally, Yelena was somewhat worried about Caleb’s injuries, but seeing him unwilling to even speak to her, that concern turned into anger. It didn’t matter to her that he didn’t bear the surname Quixall because she had showered him with affection back in the day! Ever since he was released from prison, he had been disregarding their concern, treating the Quixall family as if they were nothing. Such an attitude infuriated Yelena.
“Yelena, stop talking. Caleb’s still hurt. It’s normal for him not to want to speak,” said Gianna. Turning to the doctor nearby, she queried, “Doctor, how is Caleb’s injury? Is there a chance of any lingering effects?”
After examining Caleb, the doctor responded, “This gentleman has suffered a brain injury. Although he is currently out of immediate danger, I would recommend a further stay in the hospital for observation, to prevent any subsequent complications.”
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Caleb casually said, “No need.”
Gianna became frantic. “Caleb, how can you not stay in the hospital? Your bandages aren’t even off yet. At least wait till they’re removed before you leave!”
With a mocking smile, Caleb placed his hand on the gauze. It doesn’t matter if I have one or not. No one has ever helped me dress a wound during my five-year stay in prison. I survived by relying on myself and no one else. With a strong tug, he tore the gauze away.
Everyone in the ward was left utterly dumbstruck, unable to believe that someone would dare to gamble with their life! Gianna was filled with immense regret, wishing she hadn’t said what she said that prompted him to do such a thing.
At that moment, a person hurriedly rushed into the ward. “Caleb, how could you risk your life like this when you’re so badly injured?” Jesse’s voice trembled. “Yelena’s just worried about you. Don’t take it out on yourself even if you’re angry!”
Caleb sneered, “Decided to show yourself, hmm? Wouldn’t it be better to keep eavesdropping by the door?”