What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 397

Seth answered, "What else can I do? It's karma. He has to fend for himself."

Lewis chuckled.

He seemed to be mocking Seth's sermon just now.

"Mr. Fairchild, I thought you decided to turn over a new leaf and change for the better."

Seth didn't seem offended by his words. He chuckled softly, "Being a nice guy is not easy. When someone stabs you with a knife, you still have to persuade them to put down the weapon."

As they were talking, Conrad rushed over, panting. He said, "Chairman Alvarez, Miss Woods has woken up."

Sierra had been in a coma for four days, and she finally regained consciousness today.

Wasting no time, Lewis followed Conrad to Sierra's ward.

On the way, Conrad said, "By the way, Chairman Alvarez, the DNA test results for Miss Woods and her parents are out, but I forgot to bring them."

"Tell me the results."

"They are not biologically related."

Lewis nodded without saying anything.

They had to put on a sterile suit before entering Sierra's ward, and this was the first time Lewis had gone inside.

Sierra was extremely weak at the moment. Her entire body was wrapped in bandages, and her original appearance was barely recognizable.

She could only move her head while the rest of her body remained immobile.

Her eyes followed Lewis' movements, and when she saw the man's tall figure, her eyes welled up with tears.

The tears flowed down her cheeks and soaked the gauze, causing her wounds to throb with pain. She trembled.

Wearing a mask and a sterile cap, Lewis sat beside her, with only a pair of deep eyes exposed.

She opened her mouth, but her weakened state and the respiratory mask made her voice almost inaudible.

"Lewis."

Lewis looked at her, but he remained silent.

She tried to discern something from his eyes, whether it was pity, love, or guilt.

However, his gaze remained calm and emotionless.

"You shouldn't have come," Lewis suddenly spoke.

Sierra was momentarily taken aback. Struggling to breathe, she asked in her hoarse voice, "If I hadn't come, what would have happened to you?"

"I won't die. When you entered, the firefighters were already inside. Even if they found me later, I would have just spent a few more days lying in the hospital bed. Why did you put yourself through all this?"

Sierra's heart sank even further when she heard his words.

What did he mean by this? Was he saying she deserved this, or was he trying to distance himself from her?

Regardless of his intent, his words pierced her heart like a sharp knife. Soon, tears blurred her vision.

Lewis' expression remained calm, which only further escalated Sierra's emotions. Her breathing became more and more rapid.

The nearby medical monitor emitted a piercing alarm, but Lewis only sat there and watched her quietly.

Sierra noticed his indifferent demeanor. She felt like countless ants were gnawing at her wound, but she couldn't move. Gradually, she felt more and more suffocated.

She wanted to scream to release the pent-up emotions. She yearned to break free from the restraints that were holding her down.

Soon, the doctor rushed in and saw how agitated Sierra was. Without hesitation, he administered a sedative to her.

Sierra's eyes remained fixed on Lewis. However, unsure whether it was due to the dim light in the room or her tears blurring her vision, she couldn't see his eyes clearly anymore.

She clenched the bedsheet, and the veins on the back of her hand bulged as she desperately tried to catch the emotions in his eyes.

Despite her unwillingness, she couldn't resist the overwhelming drowsiness, and gradually, she closed her eyes.

The doctor sent Lewis out and began to provide emergency treatment for Sierra.

Looking at the man beside him, Conrad felt the surrounding temperature drop. He couldn't help but shiver involuntarily.

Lewis slowly removed his mask and sterilized cap before casually tossing them into the trash can.