Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164: A Sudden Wave of Guilt

The stinging scent of antiseptics was the first thing that drilled into Dorrent’s consciousness, tearing him away from the dark world of his blackout. His eyes snapped open, refracting the harsh, blinding light bouncing off the ceiling of the hospital.

Instantly, agony flared across his midsection. Heavy layers of medical bandages were wrapped tightly from his stomach all the way around to his lower back, binding the multiple bullet wounds that had nearly shredded his S-tier organs the day before. His breathing was shallow, his chest heaving as he forced his biological core to re-stabilize. But his physical pain didn’t matter. His mind didn’t care about the lead that had been dug out of his flesh.

"Jannah..." Dorrent rasped out, his voice a dry fracture that barely cleared his throat. He strained his neck against the pillows, his eyes wildly scanning the room. "Where... where is Jannah?"

Instead of the dark eyes he was desperate to find, his vision locked onto a face hardened with fury. Himelda Grefo stood right beside his bed, her designer coat draped elegantly over her shoulders, but her features were twisted into a mask of rage.

"Spare me the absolute madness, Dorrent!" Himelda snapped, her voice cutting through the quiet room like a blade. She slammed her purse down onto the bedside table, her eyes flashing with disgust. "Look at you! You are lying there wrapped in bandages, nearly slaughtered by a pack of slum dogs, and the very first word out of your mouth is the name of that cursed girl? Have you completely lost your mind?!"

Dorrent’s jaw clenched so hard the muscles in his face turned rigid. He ignored her shouting entirely, his fingers digging into the sheets as he forced his upper body to sit upright, a low groan escaping his teeth as the stitches across his abdomen strained. "I asked you a question, Mother," he delivered, his voice dropping into a freezing, authoritative register despite his weakened state. "Where is she? Where is Jannah?"

"You will see her later!" Himelda shrieked, her hands flying up in frustration as she stepped closer to block his movement. "She is in the next room! She isn’t hurt at all—just a minor case of shock from your ridiculous pheromone blast, and the doctors say she is doing perfectly fine. I bet she’s resting comfortably while my son is lying here bleeding out because of her presence!"

The moment the words ’next room’ left his mother’s lips, Dorrent stopped listening.

Without a single second of hesitation, he swung his legs over the edge of the mattress. The sudden movement sent a spike of agony tearing through his bandaged stomach, the red stains of fresh blood immediately beginning to seep through the white linen wraps.

"Dorrent, stop! What do you think you are doing?!" Himelda cried out, stepping directly in front of him, her hands pressing against his broad shoulders to force him back down. "Get back in that bed! You are lucky you possess an S-tier Alpha biology, you foolish boy! Any other man would still be in a coma after taking that much lead to the torso! Do not get your body into further danger and ruin your recovery just for the sake of that cursed slum rat!"

"Move, Mother," Dorrent growled. He didn’t care about his recovery. He didn’t care about the internal bleeding warning flashing in his head. Using his massive frame, he simply bypassed her completely, his solid shoulder brushing her forcefully to the side as he forced his trembling legs to take one step after another toward the door.

"Dorrent!" Himelda shouted behind him, her voice trembling with frustration. "You are being completely reckless!"

"I won’t die that easily," Dorrent delivered coldly over his shoulder, his silver eyes fixed forward as he pushed the door open, leaving his furious, defeated mother behind in the room.

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