The Kiss that Sparked it All (Ellinor and Theo) novel Chapter 1667

Chapter 1667 

He now looked like he was gasping for his last breath. 

Byran, scared out of his wits, quickly pushed his elder brother away. “Bro! Now is not the time to confront Dad. We need to save him first!” 

Balfour snorted. “He won’t die! He needs to live to face the mess he’s created!” 

As soon as Balfour finished his outburst, the sound of ambulance sirens echoed from the outside. 

Hospital. 

When McNeil woke up again, he was greeted by the sterile white walls of the hospital and the smell of disinfectant. 

“Dad! You’re finally awake!” Byran’s face came into view. Worry was etched all over his face. 

McNeil paused, realizing that he had not been able to escape after all. Bitterness began welling up in his eyes. 

Byran sat beside the bed. “Dad, you can’t do such foolish things again. What’s bothering you so much? Grandpa and Grandma still don’t know you’re in the hospital. They’d be terrified if they found out!” 

McNeil remained silent. He closed his eyes, not wanting to face the world. 

Byran added, “Dad, the doctor said when you wake up, you should take these pills. They’re for pain. Here, let me help you sit up and take them, then you can lay back down.” 

McNeil remained still, not accepting his youngest son’s help and refusing to take the medication. 

Byran was a little frustrated. “Dad! You have to take them!” 

McNeil remained unresponsive. 

Byran was at his wit’s end. 

“Leave him alone. If he doesn’t want to take his medicine, let him suffer!” Balfour’s voice echoed through the room. 

He had been there all along, sitting on a couch in the corner, engrossed in his phone. 

After hearing his eldest son’s voice, McNeil abruptly opened his eyes, turned his head towards Balfour, and rasped in a hoarse voice. 

“Balfour, you said when we were home that I deserved to live in pain for the suffering I caused them… Do you mean… they’re still alive?” 

Balfour remained coldly indifferent, still engrossed in his phone. “Whether they’re alive or not is none of your business.” 

He found a glimmer of hope in his statement. McNeil strained to sit up. “Balfour, I know you’ve always hated me, but no matter how much you hate me… Can I see them, please?” Upon seeing his father struggle, Byran rushed to help him sit up. 

“Bro, stop tormenting Dad! He’s already like this.”.