Chapter 5

Lydia POV

Hospital room.

In a blur of consciousness, I seemed to hear Gideon's anxious voice, hoarse.

"What's going on? Didn't you say the examination showed no problems? Why hasn't she woken up yet?"

The doctor carefully tried to calm the irritated Gideon.

"Mr. Foster, please don't worry. She should wake up soon."

"Soon. I don't know how you define 'soon'? She's been unconscious for a day and a night! I don't care what methods you use, get her to wake up as soon as possible!"

"Yes, Mr. Foster."

My head ached terribly. I slowly opened my eyes, looking at Gideon getting angry outside, and moved my fingers.

It seemed I wasn't dead yet.

It seemed Sophia must also have been injured. Otherwise, Gideon wouldn't be this nervous and angry.

"Ma'am, you're awake!"

A nurse immediately ran over.

A string of medical staff followed, running in to examine me.

Gideon outside the door met my gaze. He first frowned, then immediately showed an expression of disgust.

"Lydia, you owe me two lives. Did you think you could just die and escape? Even Satan won't take you!"

Gideon then turned and strode away, unwilling to even look at me one more time.

I stared blankly, lowering my eyelids. I felt like my heart had been violently hollowed out, hurting so much I had no feeling left.

The doctor told me it was firefighters who arrived in time and rescued me.

I had only inhaled a large amount of smoke into my lungs. Fortunately, they rescued me in time, and there were no problems with my body.

In the afternoon, after completing the discharge procedures alone, I bought a bouquet of bellflowers at a flower shop and took a taxi to the cemetery.

I wanted to see Linda Foster one last time before leaving here, and Preston too.

I placed the bellflowers in front of Linda Foster's grave, looking at the familiar photo on the tombstone. A sense of loss welled up in my heart.

"Gideon now has a woman he loves deeply again. They even have a child. I'm leaving."

"I'll come back to see you when I have the chance in the future. I'm sorry."

After saying this, I walked to Preston's grave.

I had just reached out to brush the dust off Preston's portrait when I felt a sharp gaze bore into my back.

I turned my head and met Gideon's sharp eyes. Sophia clung to Gideon's arm.

Gideon's eyes at this moment looked murderous. He stared at me and roared.

"Lydia! Just how much do you like him!"

"He's been dead for three years, and you still can't forget him?"

My breath caught in my throat, unable to go up or down.

A nerve in my brain was stretched very tight.

"I..."

I didn't know how to explain.

"Lydia, you're really devoted!"

Gideon's tone was full of mockery.

After a moment, he spoke again in an extremely cold voice.

"I'll have someone move this bastard's grave far away right now. How dare he be buried so close to my mother! My mother must have no peace! Someone, dig up the grave!"

My eyes widened. Horror instantly crawled over every inch of my skin.

I grabbed Gideon's arm, pleading.

"You can't. Gideon, you can't."

Gideon stared into my eyes. The resentment in his expression grew thicker. He disgustedly shook me off forcefully.

"Can't? If he's so important to you, then why didn't you die with him?"

Every word in his sentence was like a sharp knife, stabbing viciously into my heart.

I finally couldn't control myself. Tears fell like broken beads.

I kept shaking my head.

No, Linda Foster would definitely want to be buried with Preston too.

Sophia on the side raised her slender eyes, saying lazily.

"You look really sad. If you're willing to kneel down and lick the dust off my shoes clean, I can consider begging Gideon to spare your childhood friend."

My tears froze in my eyes. My knees trembled slightly.

Gideon on the side had only coldness in his eyes.

I hesitated, slowly kneeling on the ground. My knees knocked against the cold, hard ground, painfully sore.

Sophia sneered, triumphantly moving her foot closer to me.

A strong sense of humiliation surged into my heart.

Just as I was about to touch her shoe, I suddenly felt a sweet liquid surge up in my chest.

Immediately after, I uncontrollably vomited a mouthful of fresh blood and fainted on the ground.

Blood splattered on Sophia's shoes and pants. She angrily jumped up.

"Gideon, these shoes were a birthday gift from you. This bitch got them dirty. What should I do?"

"Don't be angry. I'll buy you ten more pairs when we get back."

Gideon didn't even glance at me lying unconscious on the ground. He gently picked up Sophia and walked out.

Only his cold mockery remained in my ears.

"Stop pretending! It's disgusting!"