Pregnant With Twins: My CEO’s Tricky Love novel Chapter 499

Of course, this time, Robert wasn’t spending his time in the room they’d gone to, but a unit purposely built in the back like a hospital, with dedicated rooms, surgery tools, drugs, nurses, and surgeons there.

But they weren’t going through regular treatments in the hospital, rather injecting them with all sorts of drugs. Some people had hurt themselves unable to bear the pain, and the doctors were bandaging their wounds.

Robert was unconscious throughout, but when Antonio arranged the room and Georgia was still in the grips of despair, Robert opened his eyes.

His voice was hoarse and his eyes were unfocused, but his voice was gentle.

He grabbed Georgia hand by his bedside right away.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Simpson, Mr. Simpson can still make it. Don’t cry; you’ll hurt me if you cry…”

“Robert, you’re finally awake…”

Georgia jolted, then hugged Robert and burst into tears.

“You scared me to death. How is your body? Does it hurt anywhere? Does it feel sick anywhere? They fixed your external wounds in the hospital, but your hormones and blood composition are abnormal. They couldn’t help you. I’ve brought you over to Antonio’s side, but I don’t know what to do, Robert. I’m so useless. Why can’t I fix you? Why did I have to put you through so much pain? If it hadn’t been to save me, you wouldn’t have been taken to Jayson’s lab to be tortured, and you wouldn’t have been targeted by Eric. It’s all my fault…”

Georgia sobbed harder and harder. Robert almost didn’t have the strength to speak, but he still took Georgia’s hand and comforted her.

“Mrs. Simpson, my silly wife. Don’t blame yourself; how is it your fault? It just feels hot inside me. Do I have a fever? Don’t worry, it’s not serious. I can feel it. I’ll get better after this fever ends. You have to trust my instincts. I said I was going to grow old together with you. See how much I’ve been through already. I can make it this time too.”

Georgia continued to cry as she spoke.

“You said it. You’re going to make it. I’ll fix your body together with Antonio, and you have to make it. If you could survive off willpower, you have to follow through with your promise this time. Or else I’ll marry someone else and have the two kids call someone else Daddy. Don’t think I won’t do it!”

Georgia threatened, all while sobbing like a child, her face scrunching up.

Robert chuckled.

“Give me a kiss, like in the fairy tales, and I’ll make it. I feel like I don’t have the energy to speak anymore. Before I drift off, could Mrs. Simpson give her Mr. Simpson a kiss? I think that if I see you in my dreams, I’ll be able to survive. Trust me.”

Whimpering, Georgia bent her head and kissed Robert on the cheek.

Soon, Antonio brought a nurse over, and Georgia watched on as he injected something into Robert’s body.

Not long afterwards, Robert closed his eyes and fell asleep.

“What did you inject him with?”

Georgia turned worriedly to Antonio.

“Something that’ll lower his adrenaline levels. There seems to be some stimulant inside his body speeding up his heartrate bit by bit. It’ll cause arrythmia and irregular circulation across the body. I have to keep that from happening. A patient had gone through the same thing on my end as well. Don’t worry, this treatment is fine.”

“Then what should we do from now on? How much of this condition have you seen before? Will the equilibrium of his body be broken?”

Robert had a fever right now, and Georgia was terrified for it. A person’s immune system was especially weak while they had fevers, and they could be infected with a lot of viruses. She was worried it would happen to Robert.

“Mr. Simpson’s condition is similar to some people who’ve been here before, but for those people, their organs were at the end of their rope. Even if I could control their abnormal hormones and blood, the cancer cells were going to spread anyway and continue to cause organ failure. There’s no cure. But hadn’t Mr. Simpson just gone to the hospital? The cancers are spreading over this period of time, but so are the anticancer substances in his body. So we have to give Mr. Simpson organic injections and enough nutrition to let his body fight against the furiously spreading cancer cells. The body doesn’t absorb as well in a fever, so I’ll have to inject him on my end to maintain the equilibrium.