To Samuel, Kylie's silence was as good as a confession, and rage boiled up inside him like a tidal wave.
Sebastian looked at the two of them.
If this kept going, the misunderstanding would only spiral further out of control. So, he quickly stepped in. "Come on, that guy saved her life. It's normal to feel worried or guilty."
Samuel sharply turned his head and glared at him. "Are you saying I'm being unreasonable?"
Sebastian shrugged and didn't say another word. After all, he didn't want to get caught in the crossfire.
He then turned to Kylie. "Don't stress too much. You have to stay positive. More and more vegetative patients are waking up these days.
"His family's on the way, right? Just be there for him and talk to him, especially about things that really stuck with him. That kind of stuff can trigger his brain and help him wake up."
"Okay." Kylie looked at Sebastian, and for the first time, a flicker of hope lit up in her hollow eyes. "Is he getting transferred to your hospital now? If so, I'll visit whenever I can. I'll keep reminding him of all the memories we share."
As Sebastian spoke to Kylie, Samuel silently stood to the side with a face like a storm cloud. He still had the sense not to throw any more jabs and rile Kylie up even more.
By then, the night had settled deep and heavy.
On the drive back to Seaville, Kylie stayed beside Owen's bed the whole way through.
Meanwhile, Sebastian leaned back in the plush seat of Samuel's Bentley. He lazily slouched as he pulled off his gold-rimmed glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly drained.
"The accident..." Sebastian opened his eyes and shot a glance at Samuel, who was staring grimly out the window. "That wasn't you, was it?"
"No shit, it wasn't me," Samuel snapped. "If I wanted someone dead, I wouldn't pull some low-rent stunt like that."
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