Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 2016

“You must keep an eye on Ms. Quest. She shouldn’t move around too much. If she tears her wound again, she wouldn’t be able to bear it.

“Also, monitor her emotions, or her recovery would be affected. If things worsen, her wound might get infected. It could put her life at risk.”

The doctor had a solemn expression on his face as he spoke, releasing a long, helpless sigh after finishing his sentence.

As a doctor in this hospital for twenty years, he’d seen all sorts of cases, but this was the first time he'd encountered something like this.

Sharon Lindt cried as she listened to his advice, ensuring to remember all of it.

After wiping her tears away, she gazed at the doctor. “I understand. Thank you, Doctor. Can I have a word with you?”

He nodded respectfully and left the ward first.

Meanwhile, Sharon wiped her tears away again before following him out.

After closing the door behind her, Sharon said softly, “I can’t let this go on for my daughter-in-law any longer. You were right, it’s far too dangerous. Why don’t we opt for an extreme measure?”

“What do you mean?” The doctor had a curious look in his eyes.

“Give her a shot of tranquilizer. It’ll calm her down enough to sleep peacefully. Only if it’s allowed, of course,” she added quickly.

He considered the idea for a few seconds. “All right.”

Sharon immediately sighed in relief and returned to the ward to find Xyla Quest staring blankly at the ceiling.

The nurses in the room felt heartbroken on her behalf, but no one dared to say anything under such circumstances.

It felt extremely tense inside the ward.

Approximately ten minutes later, the doctor returned with a bottle of drip fluid that he proceeded to install for his patient.

Xyla closed her eyes and fell asleep approximately three minutes later.

Sharon instantly sighed in relief when she saw her like this.

The doctor did the same before walking over to Sharon, gently patting her shoulder.

“I added some stabilizer in the anti-inflammatory drip. She’ll be in a state of deep sleep for the next five to six hours. Don’t worry and don’t think too much. I believe luck is on the Batton family’s side. I’m certain the children will be alright,” he said.

Sharon nodded before plopping down on the couch nearby. She then called her husband, Wilson Batton, on the phone.

He was preparing to cook porridge in the kitchen at home.

By then, he had already placed all the ingredients in the pot, only needing to add water and turn on the stove.

Seeing his wife calling on the phone, Wilson quickly washed his hands, wiping them on the apron as he picked up her call.

“What is it, Darling? I’m cooking porridge for Xyla,” he told her.

Hearing his voice, Sharon broke down and cried. What little willpower she had now completely vanished.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to speak through her sobs. “Honey, you don’t have to cook porridge for her. Even if you do, Xyla won’t eat it.”

“Did something happen to Xyla?” He sounded concerned.

“It’s not Xyla. It’s our grandchildren," she said in a hoarse voice. "They’re missing.”