Chapter 444 "Dad... Dad... Please listen to me! It's not what you think. T-This map is actually-" "Kayla! Don't you dare lie to me!" Dexter was enraged. The map that was swapped without his knowledge had turned their family's fate upside down. The hardships, the humiliation, and the ambush they endured last night... It was all because of that switch! He was so angry that his fingers were trembling.
How could it be her? The daughter he loved beyond measure, the one he would give his life for, had betrayed him.
If he hadn't stumbled across the truth today, she would've kept playing innocent, watching the Fullers crumble into ruin while standing on the sidelines- untouched and uncaring.
"Handthe map. Now!" Dexter demanded, extending his hand. His voice was so loud it seemed to shake the ceiling.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Dad... I can't give it to you. It's mine!" Kayla felt a twinge of guilt, but her determination didn't waver. She even tried to manipulate Dexter as she said, "Dad, this map is useless in your hands. Only I can unlock its true potential. That's why I can't give it to you!" Dexter was left speechless. At that moment, he was very furious.
Then, summoning strength he didn't even know he had, he ripped the IV from his arm and launched himself at Kayla. He wanted to snatch the map back.
Whether he tore it apart or handed it over to someone else didn't matter. The map just couldn't be in the hands of the Fullers.
Otherwise, the disasters it would bring were unthinkable.
"Dad?" Kayla was completely caught off guard. She never imagined Dexter would resort to grabbing it by force. Panic set in, and her instincts kicked in. She lunged forward, grappling with him as the struggle for the map began.
As the struggle intensified, Kayla's frustration turned into cold resolve.
Seeing Dexter's weakened state after his surgery, she pushed him forcefully back onto the hospital bed. Without hesitation, she grabbed a pillow and blanket from nearby, pressing them firmly over his face.
With eyes burning with rage, she said maliciously, "You forcedinto this... You madedo this. Just die already!" Dexter thrashed beneath her, his body convulsing with desperate resistance. However, his strength quickly faded, and a muffled whimper escaped him as his movements slowed.
Suddenly, the sound of a door handle turning shattered the tension in the air.
Kayla panicked, and her heart pounded like crazy at that moment. She then quickly threw the pillow and blanket aside while crying out, "Doctor! Doctor, help! My dad... He's not breathing! Please, someone, help!" Chaos erupted as medical staff rushed into the ward. Dexter was whisked away to the emergency room amidst the commotion.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith her face streaked with tears, Kayla wept bitterly, clinging to her role as the distraught daughter. She painted a convincing picture, claiming Dexter had tried to take his own life after waking up in despair.
Her tearful explanation was enough to dispel any suspicion, so no one doubted her story.
When Myra received the news and rushed to the hospital, Dexter had already been sent ent into the emergency room. She refused to believe that the tough man, Dexter, would attempt to take his own life. It was so absurd! It was impossible! No matter how many times she pressed Kayla for answers, all she got in return were sobs and a tearful explanation.
"Mom, I'm so sorry. If I had been more attentive, I could've stopped Dad from doing something so reckless. I'm so sorry..." Kayla's hands were icy, and her face was pale, as if she were truly terrified.
Myra felt bad as she said, "This is all my fault. I should never have left the Ο Π two of you alone while went to rest. If I had stayed, none of this would've happened." Fortunately, the ordeal in the emergency room didn't last long. An hour later, the doors opened. The doctor stepped out, pulling off his mask. "The patient is stable now and out of danger." "Thank goodness! Thank you so much, doctor!" Myra exclaimed.
She was too overwhelmed to notice the subtle tension in Kayla's om expression, such as the stiffness of her posture or the way her gaze flickered nervously. It was over now... What was she supposed to do now?