In the face of this overwhelming slap, Theobald's eyes flashed with a biting light, he deftly adjusted the position of holding Lisbeth Dawson, to ensure that she would not be disturbed in the slightest, and at the same time, he left one hand free, and actually took Percy Spencer's full force.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment, everyone's breath was caught in a stagnation, their eyes were full of shock and disbelief - it turned out that this seemingly ordinary man was not an extraordinary person, actually able to receive the full force of the Spencer family's master without any damage, only a slight bruise appeared on his shoulder, but he still stood as steady as a rock.
The sky outside the hospital was overcast, with grey clouds like a sign of an impending storm.
Theobald's face was pale, his lips trembling, and he held the unconscious Lisbeth Dawson tightly in his arms, his eyes full of pain and reluctance.
He slowly handed Lisbeth to Quinn, his clenched fists relaxing slightly, as if with the transfer of Lisbeth, a huge stone in his heart had been lifted.
Theobald's gaze tenderly brushed over Lisbeth Dawson's peaceful sleeping face for the last time, and a reassuring smile bloomed on his lips, and then his body collapsed with a feeble thud, just like a warrior holding his position at the last moment on the battlefield, finally unloading all the heavy burdens.
"Big brother!"
Quinn exclaimed, panic and deep concern in his voice, and hurriedly steadied himself while catching the fallen Theobald, pain and determination flashing in his eyes.
Changing to another hospital with better facilities, it was quiet and tidy, the faint smell of antiseptic water in the air, seemed to be silently telling the rise and fall of countless life stories.
Inside the ward, Lisbeth Dawson's eyelids fluttered gently, as if awakened by a gentle call from afar, and she slowly opened her dazed eyes.
The pristine white sheets reflected in her eyes, everything around her was so strange and empty, only the pungent scent of antiseptic water in the air reminded her that she was in a reality she didn't want to face.
"Um, where is ... here?"
She mumbled, her voice thin and wobbly, with the trance of having just returned from the edge of a dream.
The vague pain in her abdomen came like a tidal wave, tearing at her already fragile heart. Memories were pieced together like fragments, and those memories that made her heart feel like a knife were gradually becoming clear--
The child she had lost, the little life she had never met, had been deprived of the right to come into this world by the man she loved so much, the one she had thought would be the child's strongest reliance, by her own hand.
"Oooo~"
Lisbeth Dawson's tears slipped uncontrollably, choked with sadness and despair. She began to wonder if her love was really mispaid, and if that person, from the beginning, was just a gentle harbour in her fantasies?
However. In her mind, the sweet moments of the past kept echoing, the warmth of smiling at each other, the romance of strolling hand in hand under the sunset, like an unfinished film, playing over and over again in her mind.
She was confused, not understanding how it all came to this point, why the once deep love had become so cold and unfamiliar?
"Could it be, Percy that he has forgotten the little things between us? Has he forgotten the vow he made to be together for the rest of his life?"
Lisbeth Dawson asked secretly in her heart, every word was like a sharp blade, cutting her heart.
The door of the ward gently opened, and the nurse who had been guarding outside the door heard the sobbing inside and hurriedly pushed the door open.
The nurse had a gentle professional smile on her face, trying to use her care to add a trace of warmth to this cold room: ''Miss Dawson, you've finally woken up, you've been unconscious for a whole day and night, and Ice-less Percy Young Master has specially explained that I have to take good care of you. How do you feel? Are you hungry? If there is anything you want to eat, just let me know and I will prepare it for you immediately."
At this moment, Lisbeth Dawson, lying on the clean white mattress, wrapped in these subtle cares around her, had mixed feelings in her heart, both touched and heartbroken.
The road ahead is full of unknowns and challenges for her.
Lisbeth Dawson's memories gradually became clearer like a mist blown away by a breeze.
She fiercely recalled that dark as ink night, surrounded by an aura of despair and fear, it was big brother Theobald who descended like a god from heaven to save her from that purgatory-like place, holding her tightly in his warm and firm hand and leading her to the light.
But at this moment, why were they in the middle of this pale and antiseptic-scented hospital?
Her brows couldn't help but furrow with a hint of confusion and unease, "How did I end up here? And where are my elder brother, brother, and third brother?"
The little nurse's voice was gentle and tinged with worry, like a spring breeze with a few pieces of fine rain as it slowly spoke:
"It's like this, Young Master Tang Wu Percy is currently still receiving treatment in the operating theatre. The ones who rushed you to the hospital yesterday were none other than your brother and third brother. After they settled you, they hurriedly rushed to wait outside the operating theatre, fearing that they would miss any news about Young Master Tang Wu Percy."
Lisbeth Dawson's heart snapped, as if clutched hard by invisible hands, and incredulously pursued, "What? My big brother he's injured? Hasn't come out of surgery all night? What exactly happened to him? Are the injuries serious?"
Her words carried an undisguised anxiety and worry, and her eyes glistened with tears that were about to overflow.
The little nurse gently shook her head, a hint of sympathy flowing in her eyes:
"The specific situation, I don't have a comprehensive understanding here.
However, if you want to know more about the situation, perhaps you can go and ask Young Master Quan Wu Percy and Young Master Ice Wu Percy, they should have more information.
From what I've heard, the attending doctor in the operating theatre mentioned that it seems that Young Master Tang Wu Percy was unfortunately shot with three bullets in his back, along with five broken ribs, and that the entire back was shockingly bloody, as if he had suffered some sort of explosive impact.
What is even more disturbing is that he has also been hit by an extremely rare and bizarre western strange poison, it is said that in our Spencer, there is currently no special effect medicine that can cure this poison ..."
Saying this, the little nurse's tone couldn't help but lower, and the air of the entire ward seemed to have become quite heavy as a result.
Lisbeth Dawson's voice was tinged with disbelief and deep self-reproach, and her eyes glistened with crystalline tears, as if every word was squeezed out from the softest part of her heart.
"No wonder he was so pale when he came to pick me up, I didn't see anything."
She murmured, recalling her big brother's gentle but weak smile at that time, her heart felt like it was densely pierced by fine needles, hurting so much that she couldn't help but frown.
"I actually had to ask him to hold me, he must have been in a lot of pain ..."
Thinking of this, her eyes grew redder and redder, and self-blame came like a tidal wave, flooding her heart.