The Kiss that Sparked it All (Ellinor and Theo) novel Chapter 2227

Chapter 2227

Ivy had slipped back into unconsciousness by the time she was wheeled into the general ward, her complexion ghostly pale.

Alyssa and Dean, well into their twilight years, watched over Ivy as she lay quietly in her hospital bed, their hearts aching with every silent moment.

“My poor Ivy, what cruel twist of fate has befallen you? Always so dedicated to her acting, why does she keep getting pushed around?” Alyssa lamented, her heart going out to Ivy, whom she cherished as her own flesh and blood.

The sight before her was too much, and tears began to spill from her eyes.

Dean wrapped his wife in a comforting embrace, gently patting her shoulder and wiping away her tears. “Now, now, my dear, you mustn’t take on so. We’re not as young as we used to be, are we? Our bodies can’t take this kind of strain.”

Hearing his grandfather’s words, Balfour stood to console her as well. “Grandma, why don’t

you and Grandpa-head home and get some rest? I’ll stay here and keep watch.”

The elderly couple couldn’t afford to linger in the hospital for too long. The atmosphere, dense with infirmity, was no good for their aging bodies.

Balfour had always been mindful to limit their time at the hospital. Today’s visit was an exception, prompted only because they had learned of the incident before he was even aware, thousands of miles away.

Alyssa freed herself from her husband’s arm and approached the bedside once more, taking Ivy’s cool hand into her own warm grasp.

“Look at this, her hand is still so cold. How has she come to suffer so greatly? Balfour, do you truly believe this was just an accident?” There was a serious shift in Alyssa’s tone as she addressed Balfour.

“You’re suggesting?” Balfour inquired, a hint of worry lacing his voice.

“Are you still angry with me?” he whispered, holding her hand.

“I know you’re the kind of woman who keeps it all inside, but I can tell you’re upset. And I’m angry too, angry that you wouldn’t trust me. Wake up, Ivy. Let’s clear the air, forgive and forget everything that’s been said. I’ll pretend you never said those words.”

Balfour’s greatest regret at that moment was not having had a proper talk with Ivy about their relationship before he left for his trip abroad.

He had left in such a hurry, and now here she was, eyes closed, lying in a hospital bed.

He sighed deeply, wishing he could trade places with her. At least then, Ivy wouldn’t be the one suffering, right?