"By the way, you said he was poisoned, what then?"
She anxiously pursued the question, with an obvious tremor in her tone, her hands clasped together, as if this could give her some strength.
"Without an antidote, won't he have to ..."
Her words came to an abrupt end, the remaining fear and ominous foreboding enveloping her like a dark cloud, she was unwilling and did not dare to continue.
In her heart, big brother was the giant that would never fall, it was him, who gave her the most solid reliance during the storm, and now this reliance seemed to be collapsing as well, making her feel unprecedented panic and helplessness.
She thought for a moment, and a determination that could not be divided was born in her heart: ''My big brother, how is he? I have to go and take a look at him before I can do so, without seeing it with my own eyes, I really can't rest assured."
When the little nurse heard this, her complexion was filled with worry, she hurriedly discouraged, "Hey, Miss, you must not run around! You just went through a miscarriage surgery, your body is still very weak, running around like this will easily cause complications and leave behind aftereffects!"
Her voice was filled with anxiety, trying to calm Lisbeth Dawson down with rational words.
However, Lisbeth Dawson's determination was so strong that she almost subconsciously accelerated her steps through the long corridor, the little nurse's shouts fading into obscurity behind her.
There was only one thought in her mind -
No matter what, she had to see her big brother with her own eyes.
Outside the operating theatre, the scene was both tense and depressing.
People came and went, but everyone's movements were so careful, afraid to disturb the stony silence.
Some people squatted anxiously on the ground, holding their heads in their hands; others leaned helplessly against the cold wall, their eyes empty and confused.
There were also a few people sitting on the few chairs in the corner, clutching each other's hands tightly, as if that was their only comfort and support.
There was a heaviness in the air, and time seemed to have become abnormally slow here, each second testing the patience and will of those waiting.
A sharp and rhythmic sound of footsteps suddenly rang out in the quiet hall, as if foreshadowing an unusual arrival, the crowd's curiosity and anticipation was instantly ignited, and they all turned their heads, their gazes converging into a sharp beam of light, shooting straight towards the focal point of that is stepping into the crowd's line of sight - Lisbeth Dawson.
Lisbeth Dawson was dressed in a plain long dress, a light veil that swayed gently with her steps, but looked out of place in this tense atmosphere.
She had a complex look on her face, both guilty and seemingly with a hint of unbreakable love, and she was undoubtedly the centre of everyone's attention.
Jenny, a tall woman with a stern look in her eyes, was the first to leap out of the crowd like a panther ready to strike, and in a few steps she was in front of Lisbeth Dawson.
Her eyes as cold as ice, through a world of arrogance, waved his hand, the air seems to be divided into two, only to hear "snap" a crunch, a loud slap fell heavily on the face of Lisbeth Dawson, this move, no doubt, the atmosphere of the scene was pushed to a climax.
"Bitch, you still have the nerve to come! If it wasn't for you seducing my brother with those unsavoury tactics and making him run around for you to the point of being bruised and battered, how could my brother have ended up in such a state! You actually dare to show your face, where is your sense of shame?"
Jenny's voice was cold and harsh, words like swords, piercing into the heart.
Lisbeth Dawson swayed and almost stumbled to the ground.
She was a seemingly weak woman who looked particularly helpless in the face of Jenny's austere aura that was unique to martial artists.
She covered her slapped red cheeks with her hands, her voice trembling slightly, ''I am sorry for ... my heart is also filled with remorse. It's me who caused big brother to suffer, this apology, it's unspeakable. I'm really, really, really sorry ..."
Before the words left her mouth, Jenny struck again, this time violently grabbing a strand of Lisbeth Dawson's hair and unceremoniously lifting her off the ground, forcing her to raise her head and look her straight in the eye.
"How dare you call my brother your big brother? When did he become your brother? Stop making a fool of yourself and climbing up the ranks at will! Now, immediately disappear from my sight and never let me see you again, otherwise, I will beat you up once I see you, I will never be soft!"
Just as the atmosphere was about to get out of control, a calm and majestic voice rang out at the right time, like a clear stream that pierced through the tension and hostility: "That's enough, Jenny, stop it!"
The person who spoke was none other than Lisbeth Dawson's brother, Quinn.
He stepped out, his figure erect, carrying an aura of his own that could not be ignored, obviously, he did not intend to let the situation continue to deteriorate.
Jenny's eyes were like burning flames, full of resentment and anger, and there was agitation in his voice:
"Brother, you're actually angry at me for such an unashamed woman. Could it be that you have completely forgotten how big brother was severely injured and bedridden for that period of time?
Are you really willing to let this woman step into our world again and continue to bring endless calamities?
Why are you all so blind one by one, whether it's you brother, or big brother, or even third brother, it's like you're obsessed by something!"
Facing Jenny's questioning, Quinn's face was as calm as water, but complex emotions flashed in his eyes.
"That's enough, Jenny."
His voice was low and strong, with unquestionable authority, "It's time for you to get a grip, go back to your seat and sit quietly. Look around, who else is as out of line and shouting as you are? It's not that I haven't seen her for what she is, it's just that I know that deep down, my big brother might still want to see her when he wakes up."
Lisbeth Dawson's eyes flashed with disbelief as she sniffed, and she jerked her head up, her gaze locked onto Quinn's body as an ache welled up in her heart.
Even the always gentle Quinn's brother had begun to doubt her?
The disappointment that welled up from the bottom of her heart made her feel an unprecedented chill. She slowly hung her head, her long eyelashes casting a dark shadow on her eyelids, looking particularly forlorn.
In reality, Lisbeth Dawson was far smarter than one would expect, and she was able to surmise that the only reason Theobald had suffered the injuries he did was solely because of his insistence on escorting her back to safety on that crisis-ridden island.
Had they not left the relative safety of that strait, all this tragedy might have been avoided.
She spoke softly, her voice choked with self-reproach:
"I'm sorry, I'm the one who disturbed your peace, I'll leave now and never appear in front of you again. Please help me tell big brother, thank him for his help at one time, all of this is my fault, it's me who dragged everyone down, I'm really, really sorry, please forgive me ..."