Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1142

Outside the ICU.

Winson sighed and said, “Looking at this situation, Cara won’t leave the hospital anytime soon. No one can enter the ICU anyway, so only one could wait here for news.”

Lina said, “Your body is not in a good shape, why don’t I stay here and accompany Cara. You go back and rest. Although, I do have to go back and bring some toiletries over.”

Winson nodded and said, “Then you head home to get some toiletries first. We’ll switch shifts later when you come back.”

It was still raining heavily outside. The spring thunder rumbled violently in March.

Lina was carrying her umbrella. She walked out of the hospital’s entrance. She just walked out to hail a taxi, when a bolt of lightning came striking down from the skies.

Rumble! Thud!

A woman’s piercing scream could be heard at the entrance of the hospital.

Many passersby turned to look. They noticed a middle-aged woman being struck by lightning. Her entire body was completely burnt. It was a tragic sight to behold.

“Someone has been struck by lightning!”

“My God, is this the legendary being struck by lightning?”

“If this person was not cursed, it meant that she had been doing many terrible things, that even God could no longer take it!”

…

Winson’s health had not been great all these years. At his age, his rheumatic leg disease came back again. Whenever he walked fast, he would hobble.

When Lina was being wheeled into the emergency department, Winson hobbled and chased after her.

“W… what happened?”

The doctor asked, “Are you the family of the deceased? The deceased was struck by lightning. When we went to rescue her, she was not breathing anymore.”

Winson’s poorly functioning legs stumbled back a few steps due to shock. He shuddered terribly.

Struck by lightning.

It was Yanny's curse.

Winson felt dizzy. Could it be… that Quincy did not die in peace? That she looked at Yanny suffering so badly to the point that she could not help but take out her anger on Lina and the Jacobs?

…

At the end of the hospital’s dark, long corridor, Shayne sat on the bench quietly, not saying anything.

Heavy raindrops were thudding against the window outside.

That night was long and cold.

When the morning sun rose in the sky outside the window, Shayne slowly lifted his head to have a look.

He thought the skies were dark and would never be bright again. However, after the entire night of heavy rain, the sun still rose on time.

His entire body was stiff due to sitting in the same position for a long time, and both his legs were numb too.

However, Shayne did not care about his own body. He struggled slightly to get up and stood outside the patient’s ward. His hand held onto the doorknob for a long time, before finally pushing the door open and entering.

Yanny was awake. She leaned against the bed, looking at the warm morning sun in the slightly chilly weather outside of the window dispiritedly.

Shayne walked to the front of the bed. He asked her flatly, “Why did you not tell me you were pregnant?”

Yanny’s face was pale and cold. She turned her head mockingly and looked at him. Her hoarse voice had a sarcastic tone. “If I said I was pregnant, will you not let me give Cara blood?”

“Yanny, you did this on purpose,” Shayne interrupted.

On purpose? Yes, she did it on purpose.

It was on purpose to let him be mistaken, to let him think that it was all intentional.