Hope It's Not Too Late to Love
Chapter 1081

Chapter 1081 A Nightmare

As for the rest, she didn't want to and was truly too tired to say anymore.

"Well, that's really fate." Since there were no other explanations, the doctor could only attribute Vania and Liam's encounter to fate.

At the same time, he also knew he seemed to have asked the wrong question.

Therefore, he awkwardly smiled and was at a loss at the moment.

Hanson was displeased at what the doctor said about Vania and Liam being fated. Furrowing his brows, he waved his hand at the doctor and said, "You may run along now. Your presence here is no longer required."

Does he not notice how weak my wife is? Yet, he is still so chatty.

Since Hanson's aura was too imposing, the doctor didn't dare to meet his gaze and hurriedly left the ward.

Afterward, he even hugged his arms. Why am I suddenly feeling so cold?

It feels like a bone-chilling wind is brushing against me, making me frozen stiff.

As for Hanson, who kept exuding a frosty aura, he currently held Vania in his arms.

He resumed being the considerate man who expressed his care solely toward Vania at this moment when he embraced her.

"Get some rest. I'll be here with you."

"Okay," Vania hummed.

Due to the blood draw, Vania was already drowsy.

In fact, she had been holding back her tiredness while talking to the doctor earlier. But now that she was in Hanson's arms, she felt at ease. With her eyes closed, she nodded and fell asleep shortly. However, she slept very restlessly.

Perhaps it was because the images from her past constantly replayed in her mind like the scenes in a movie before she fell asleep.

As a result, all of Vania's recollections appeared in her dreams.

They were all about her mother.

When she was young, her mother would sing, draw, and play games with her, which was extremely memorable.

However, before she could enjoy the good times for a while longer, the harmonious atmosphere in her dreams suddenly changed, and George came into the picture.

George cursed at them while holding a whip in hand.

Without any warning, he struck Vania. Even if it was a dream, she could clearly feel the same pain in her body as that day.

"Get lost! I don't have a daughter like you!" Even the words he said were exactly like that day.

Vania felt nothing but heart-wrenching pain.

As for Roseanne, her heart was also in great pain as she cried out in agony, "How can you hit Vanie?"

Swiftly, she got up and closely protected Vania under her body, saying, "If you want to hit someone, hit me."

George didn't stop even in the face of his wife. Instead, he whipped even harder.

Each stroke landed heavily on Roseanne.

Vania couldn't bear to watch anymore. She willfully got up and stood in front of her mother. Glaring at George, she shouted, "You can't hit Mom! You can't!"

She firmly grabbed the whip, preventing George from swinging it again.

Her behavior angered George even more.

Like gazing at an enemy, he cast Vania and Roseanne a bloodshot look. Then, he tossed the whip in his hand, charged straight at them, and rained blows on them as he cursed even harsher. Vania didn't make a sound despite getting beaten.

To her, George could hit her but not her mother.

Roseanne could no longer bear watching her getting beaten. With all her strength, she pushed Vania aside and rushed toward George. Then, she turned around with a smile and said, "Vanie, I love you." "Mom," Vania called out, wanting to reach out and grab her hand.

To her dismay, Roseanne and George vanished without any warning.

In a flash, the sight in front of her turned into a towering wall. It was pitch black all around, and no one else was present except for Vania.

"Mom? Where are you?" Vania kept calling out.

She ran around, trying to replace Roseanne. But no matter how hard she ran, she couldn't get out and could just run around in circles.