How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch ) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 

However, Vicky coughed violently and shook her head. 

Tears ran down, and she said with difficulty. 

“Braydon, I’ve wanted to tell you something for a long time. I’ve liked 

you 

for…” 

However, Braydon didn’t hear her clearly. 

Seeing that she felt so uncomfortable, he held her in his arms all the time. 

He just said, “Don’t talk. There is less oxygen now. You will be out of breath if you continue to talk.” 

Vicky didn’t care. 

She seemed to feel the smell of death approaching her… 

She was still close to Braydon even though she couldn’t open her eyes. 

Even at the last moment of her life, she would be with him. 

Everyone’s eyes were red. 

Now they were all facing death… 

Just then, Jackson saw the fire extinguisher on the wall outside the door. Without hesitation, he took off his clothes and rushed out with his head covered. 

“Jackson…” 

Jackson’s body was surrounded by a fire. 

But he took down the fire extinguisher on the wall, opened it, and sprayed it to the fire source. “Gilly, come out! Everyone, come out!” 

As soon as he finished his words, everyone ran towards the exit. 

At the critical moment, an alarm sounded outside. 

“Vicky…” Braydon called her name. 

However, Vicky had already fainted. 

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Gilda was so choked that she couldn’t open her eyes at last. The air became thinner and thinner, making her almost out of breath. 

Then she fell to the ground. 

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Chapter 222 

Before she fell into a coma, she seemed to fall into a warm embrace first. 

Gilda thought she was dying. 

She had a long, long dream. 

It was already three days before she woke up. 

It was in Frencia. 

Almost all the Lynch family arrived at the hospital with the best medical system in the world. 

Richard looked at Gilda lying on the bed with a sad face and finally asked. 

“When will she wake up? 

Patrick stood aside and replied, “Grandpa, the doctor said that Gilly is fine. Don’t worry. I believe she will wake up soon.” 

Richard was fiddling with his crutches angrily. 

“How long will it be soon? She’s been sleeping for three days…” 

Patrick could only comfort him. 

“Don’t be angry, Grandpa. I’m going to ask the doctor again…” 

As soon as Patrick finished his words, Gilda on the bed slowly opened her eyes. It was white and filled with a strong smell of disinfectant. 

For a moment, Gilda didn’t come back to her senses at all. 

“Grandpa, Gilly is awake…” Braydon said first.