Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth)
Chapter 215

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 replace 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 replaceing 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.