Simon Xu stood by, with bodyguards diligently isolating the area beyond the emergency room to prevent intrusion by reporters and nosy onlookers… Jones had gone to handle everything. Soon, a group of experts in white coats hurried over, following Jones, and respectfully bowed to Dean who was smoking, “Duke, we will do our best!” Then, they quickly entered the emergency room…
When the floor around Dean and Simon Xu was littered with cigarette butts, the red light above the door went out… the medical team wheeled Ye Ye out of the emergency room… Dean stepped forward, seeing Ye Ye still unconscious—but alive, that was enough! He breathed a sigh of relief… tightly gripping her right hand, looking at her pale sleeping face, he said nothing… then followed into the elevator, heading to the top-floor VIP intensive care unit…
Jones walked over to Simon Xu and whispered, “Xu, this wasn’t an accident…” Simon Xu’s face turned grim and stern… Not an accident? Intentional? He wouldn’t allow it! He then followed Jones to where the officers were…
[From Passion to Burning Love: Chapter Sixty-Five, A Calculated Accident]
The VIP room was decorated like a five-star hotel. The heart monitor by the bed, the rising and falling of the respirator, emitted a soothing, steady sound… In the quiet room, Dean sat beside Ye Ye’s bed, gently stroking her now clean, beautiful face, a bandage wrapped around her forehead, her complexion still pale, but—thankfully, she was okay…
“Duke, let me report on the young lady’s condition.” An elegant old man with the hospital director’s badge on his pocket stood respectfully beside Dean.
“Hmm—” Dean made a single sound in acknowledgment but did not turn around, his large hand still holding Ye Ye’s right hand that wasn’t on an IV, stroking it repeatedly…
“The young lady has suffered a severe head injury with signs of moderate concussion, but brain scans show no hemorrhage. We cannot rule out complications upon awakening, such as vomiting, dizziness, nosebleeds, or even amnesia…” The old director looked at the diagnosis report, speaking earnestly.
“Amnesia…” Dean suddenly realized that if she had amnesia, might she forget him? He immediately let go of Ye Ye’s hand, stood up, and his sharp eyes scanned the old director: “She—cannot have amnesia!” She cannot forget him!
“It’s just based on similar cases of accidents; similar symptoms might occur… uh… it’s not absolute… please rest assured, even if it happens, it could be temporary, recoverable through self-healing or physical therapy like hypnosis… so, you can be at ease!”
“Hmm—continue.” Dean closed his eyes, sat back down beside Ye Ye, gazing at the little figure breathing with the help of the respirator: Please, don’t forget me, even if you do, I’ll exhaust all means to make you remember everything!—Dean didn’t know why he cared so much about Ye Ye’s possible amnesia… nor did he think deeply about it.
“Regarding external injuries, the most severe is the gunshot wound to her left arm. The bullet passed through the upper arm, which has been stitched up. The initial assessment indicates no vital damage, no major damage to tendons or nerves. With rest and simple physical therapy, full recovery is expected.” The old dean lifted his eyes slightly, flipped over a page of the report in his hand, and continued, “There are multiple soft tissue abrasions all over the body, with bruises, and a dislocated right clavicle which has been realigned and fixed. No internal injuries; overall, the young lady has only lost too much blood and suffered a severe brain trauma. As long as she wakes up, she can recover with rest!” The old dean tremblingly finished explaining Ye Ye’s condition. He slightly lowered his head, secretly sighed in relief, but still did not dare to meet Dean’s stern gaze directly.
“I just want to know when she will wake up!” Dean said coldly, his lake-blue eyes gently fixed on Ye Ye, never looking away.
“Uh—well, without any special circumstances, she should wake up once the anesthesia wears off, roughly in about 12 hours…” the dean replied cautiously, choosing his words carefully.
“Leave!” Dean didn’t even bother to wave his hand, dismissing the dean without a glance.
The room returned to silence, with only Dean accompanying the comatose Ye Ye. He gently brushed her small face with his hand, held her right hand, and pressed his lips to it. In Chinese, he murmured, “Ye Ye, I’m sorry, please wake up soon. I won’t treat you like that again!” He couldn’t make more promises, not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t… Ye Ye was a special existence to him… He had let go once before, deeply hurting her… From now on, he would never let go again…
The next morning, Jones gently knocked on the door of the hospital room. Dean was still there, sitting beside Ye Ye, his large hand tightly holding her right hand, having stayed up all night… Glancing at the still sleeping Ye Ye and the concerned Dean, Jones lowered his voice and said, “Duke, the car accident scene and the confession of the perpetrator prove that this was not an accident.” It was evident he hadn’t slept either, investigating the details of the accident.
“What happened?” Dean stood up, his voice cold as he met Jones’s gaze.
“The perpetrator is the maid you previously fired. She’s now under police custody on the 5th floor. After an overnight interrogation, she confessed that out of jealousy and resentment, because of your affection towards Ye Ye and her ‘dutiful’ confiscation of Ye Ye’s weapons leading to her dismissal, she harbored deep grudges. She had been lurking around the villa since the day she was fired, waiting for a chance to retaliate against Ye Ye, which led to yesterday’s incident.”
“So it was her!” Dean kissed Ye Ye’s fingers, “How come? Wasn’t she seriously injured? Did she wake up that night?” Dean asked. His Ye Ye was still unconscious, while that hateful perpetrator had already woken up… This was unacceptable; he would not allow anyone who harmed his people to live so easily!
“From the skid marks and the direction at the scene, Miss Ye’s car almost completely absorbed the impact, so the maid only got a few cuts on her forehead and lost a few teeth. She woke up shortly after being brought to the hospital,” Jones explained.
“Since she wanted mutual destruction, how come she didn’t die?” Dean asked.
“She claims she didn’t intend to kill Miss Ye, just to scare her by crashing into her car, but Miss Ye had almost no defensive ability. She didn’t even steer, just crashed down the mountain road straight ahead…” Jones frowned, knowing the reason but not elaborating. Actually, Dean knew why Ye Ye didn’t defend herself; her left arm was injured, which distracted her attention, and the pain prevented her from steering sharply to avoid danger… His heart ached… Because of him, he had let the injured Ye Ye leave… But for the one who plotted against Ye Ye, he would show no mercy!
“Since she enjoys causing accidents, let her rest in peace from one…” He sentenced the maid to death without a hint of emotion… With a light breeze, without any emotion…
“Wow, that harsh? Aren’t you afraid of scaring your sleeping kitten?” Simon Ximu, carrying breakfast, walked in just as these words were spoken, teasingly adding, “If you saw Ye Ye with a gun, you’d know she’s the last person to be scared!” Dean said with a mix of affection and pride, touching Ye Ye’s sleeping face. Although he didn’t know Ye Ye’s true identity, judging by her sharp shooting, she was definitely not an ordinary girl! So—how could his little wildcat be scared?
