You're Out Daddy

Chapter 215 Dense “Rest well. I’ll come and visit you another day,” Spencer squeezed out with much

difficulty at the person lying on the bed. He then raised his head to look at the doctor and the nurse

before walking over to them and shaking the doctor’s hand. “Thank you for taking care of her.” He then

turned to Natasha and said, “Let’s go.” Natasha bobbed her head, and the two left. The doctor

continued to look at them, puzzled. By then, the nurse had already walked over to the bed.

After making sure that the patient was fine, the nurse let out a relieved sigh. All of a sudden, she

spotted Erin’s finger moving. “Doctor, the patient’s hand moved!” the nurse cried out. Hearing that, the

doctor walked over to check her over. He then furrowed his brows and muttered, “T-This is a good sign!

It seems like it’s a good thing for her family to visit. It strengthens her will to wake up.” The nurse

nodded fervently in agreement. “This really is a miracle!” Outside, the two were chatting and walking. “I

never thought you were so quick-witted.” Spencer sneered. “Is that what you mean by guarding the

room?” They would have been discovered if his response had not been swift enough earlier. “It was

exactly ten minutes; no more and no less,” Natasha replied. Spencer rolled his eyes at her and

commented, “Dense.” Nevertheless, Natasha was unfazed. She turned toward him and asked, “So how

was it? When will she wake?” “If nothing goes wrong, she’ll wake up tomorrow.” Hearing that, Natasha

nodded. “Where do we go now?” “To meet the other person, of course.” With that, Natasha headed the

other way. Spencer could only knit his brows in response. He had no idea why Natasha was trying to

keep everything mysterious, but despite his thoughts, he followed her. Desmond was in the ward. He

had bandages around his head, but he was still making multiple calls to seek help.

Evidently, his head wound was nothing serious. When Natasha entered the ward, Desmond was taken

aback, but he soon creased his forehead. “It’s you?” Natasha gave him a small smile. “It seems like

you still remember me, Mr. Lynch.” Desmond sneered. “What are you doing here?” “I’m obviously here

to ask you about something,” Natasha told him. For some reason, even though Natasha was just a

woman, the look in her eyes was giving him indescribable pressure. “What are you going to ask? I have

nothing to say to you,” Desmond retorted. Natasha then walked over to sit in front of him. Desmond’s

frown deepened at the way she invited herself to the seat. “Who told you to be seated? Leave. I have

nothing to say to you.” “I’ve gone to visit Erin before coming to you,” Natasha said. At that, Desmond

froze, and a flash of hesitation danced across his eyes. Still, he soon calmed down and hissed at

Natasha, “I’m surprised you’re shameless enough to visit her. If not for you and Kenneth, she wouldn’t

be lying there in a vegetative state! You’re nothing but murderers! Even if we’ve made a mistake, we

can’t let capitalists like you bully us.” Natasha curled her lips a little. “Don’t be anxious, Mr. Lynch. I’m

sure you know better than I about the reason she ended up in a vegetative state.” Panic flickered past

Desmond’s eyes. “What are you trying to say?” “What do you think?”

Natasha returned the question. Desmond did not know if it was guilt at work or something else, but

somehow, he felt that the woman had discovered something. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,

but you and Kenneth are the reason she’s in that state now!” he insisted. Natasha bobbed her head. “If

that’s what you insist. It seems like we’ll only find out after Erin wakes.” Desmond snapped his eyes

back to her. “Wake? She’s already in a vegetative state; how is she going to wake?” “The doctor has

said that she’ll be waking tomorrow,” Natasha told him. “That’s impossible!” Desmond snarled. “Is it, or

is it because you don’t want her to wake up, Mr. Lynch?” Natasha wondered. That made Desmond

panic even more, and he glared at her. “What nonsense are you talking about?” The more anxious he

was, the more sure Natasha became, and the smile on her lips grew wider. She had already received

the answer she was looking for.

On the other hand, the wider Natasha’s smile was, the more fearful and diffident Desmond turned. “Do

you think that I’ll believe in anything you say? It’s extremely rare for people in a vegetative state to

wake. In fact, it’s almost impossible!” “Who said so?” Spencer finally spoke. “It’s impossible because

they haven’t come across me.” It was then Desmond turned to the other man in the room. He drew his

brows together and questioned, “And who are you?” “You have no right to know who I am. All you need

to know is that I can save everyone I come across—even those on the brink of death,” Spencer

enunciated confidently. Desmond barked out a laugh at that. “Do you think that I’m a three-year-old?”

Spencer narrowed his eyes at Desmond. “Mr. Lynch, right? I’d like to ask something. Do you always

cough at night, and do you always cough out blood? Yet, no matter how many tests you do, there

seems to be nothing wrong with you.” Desmond stiffened, but he continued to stare at Spencer.

Undoubtedly, Spencer was right. Spencer grinned. “It’s a problem that you have to treat, but only I can

treat it.” Desmond kept staring at him for a long time before saying, “Did you think that you’d be able to

fool me after finding out about my condition from the doctor?”

Desmond was still a wary man. “Do your eyes turn bloodshot every time you have sex with a woman?

Does it even feel like you’re about to go into shock?” Spencer continued. “You didn’t tell the doctor

about this, did you?” Finally, Desmond’s eyes widened. That was something related to the dignity of a

man, so indeed, he had not told the doctor about it. “Mr. Lynch, that didn’t happen because of too much

excitement at the moment. It’s best to pay more attention to it. Maybe one day, you’ll go into shock and

never wake up!” Spencer informed him, amused. Desmond did not know what to reply to the other

man. Once Spencer had achieved his goal, he turned to Natasha and said, “All right. We’ve said

everything we needed to say, so let’s leave.” Natasha nodded and turned to leave. Right then, a

thought seemed to pop into Spencer’s head, for he turned to look at Desmond. “Erin is going to wake

about nine in the morning tomorrow.

If you don’t believe me, just wait and see.” With that, he put on another grin and left. Desmond could

only sit there, unmoving as he began believing in Natasha and Spencer’s words. A vegetable waking

up? Is that possible? No. I mustn’t let her wake. No matter whether or not this is real, I can’t let her

wake up. He was on pins and needles and after a long while of contemplation, a vicious glint flashed

past his eyes.