Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 59

After breakfast, Gabrielle donned a mask and a hat, after which she left for the hospital to see Sloane.

After the operation last night, Sloane was transferred to the intensive care unit. Most of her injuries were traumatic, and the most serious one had come from a blow to the back of her head. So she had remained in a coma after the operation.

When Gabrielle arrived, she walked up to a bed, sat beside it, and stared at its comatose patient, Sloane. She was lying there with her eyes closed and her face covered up with gauze. Her head was wrapped, too. Gabrielle watched her with worry-filled eyes.

"Wake up soon, Sloane. I'll avenge you. I certainly won't let Estelle and those three bitches go," she growled, gripping Sloane's hand gently, her promise firm in her mind.

"Last night, Westley drove that bad guy, Benny, away. His help had been instrumental in resolving the issue, and now I feel I owe him a favor," Gabrielle said as a wave of unease washed over her.

When the thought of owing Westley a favor crossed her mind, she got distressed.

A debt was easy to pay off, but it was difficult to repay a favor.

In this case, it was Westley she owed a favor. It wasn't a price she thought she could pay.

As though the guilt already on her conscience wasn't enough, Gabrielle now owed Westley a favor. She couldn't help but wonder if she could ever repay him.

From every angle, this was indeed a terrible development.

"Sloane, get well soon. There are many things we still have to do together.

Didn't you say you want to travel the world with me? Then, let's go on a trip when you wake up, okay?

You also said you want to find the location of your mother's grave. When you wake up, let's keep searching for it, okay?

It would be best if you stayed away from Benny; you wouldn't be in this state had it not been for him. Don't worry. I'll find you a good man who will love you sincerely."

Sloane's coma was severe, however, so she would not be waking up soon. After spending half a day with her, Gabrielle decided to pay the studio a visit.

When she left the ward, she saw bodyguards stationed on both sides of the door. Westley had hired them to prevent Benny from getting anywhere near the room.

"Thank you all for working hard. Please, I implore you not to let that bastard, Benny, get close to this ward, no matter what. Thanks again."

As Gabrielle walked out of the inpatient building, she spotted Westley and a young, beautiful woman walking out of another building. They looked perfect together and were quite intimate.

If Gabrielle hadn't known that Westley was her husband, she'd have thought he and the pretty woman were a couple.

The woman had to be Holly, who had called Westley the night before and asked him to come over. She said she had sprained her ankle and that it was difficult for her to walk.

Seeing Westley and Holly coming her way, Gabrielle panicked. Her eyes darted around and spotted a trash can close by, and without further ado, she dove behind it like some sort of thief.

"Westley, thank you for coming to see me so late yesterday and for spending the entire night with me," Holly cooed.

"Holly, you don't have to be so polite to me. We are friends, after all." Westley's tone was calm, a stark contrast to the cold tone Gabrielle always received.

This unwelcome discovery made Gabrielle feel terrible.

Indeed, she was Westley's wife in name only, but it seemed Holly, his female confidant, held more sway with him than she did.

"Westley, we... We are just friends?" Holly asked, her voice betraying the disappointment she felt.

"You're Helena's younger cousin and Nellie's elder cousin. We might as well be family," Westley said, grossly misinterpreting her words and, by extension, her intentions.