Chapter 86
To Samuel, Kylie’s silence was as good as a confession, and rage holled op inside him like a tidal wave.
Sebastianlooked 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 polity. ”
Samuel sharply tumed 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 tumed 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 stuft 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 teminding 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 nase, clearly drained.
it?
“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.”
Sebastian, undazed, let out a lazy draw!, “Hey, who knows? People say women in love lose all logic–but, honestly, guys are just as bad once they fall in too deep.” Samuel’s expression stayed icy, and he didn’t respond to Sebastian’s words.
Sebastian sighed. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on in your head. All I’m saying is that your miracle doctor of a wife is actually a good person.
“If you don’t like her, and she’s still willing to help your grandpa, just end it clean and move on. But if you actually do like her, maybe try not to be such an ass. The sarcasm, the mixed signals–what kind of woman would put up with that crap?”
Samuel frowned. “I’ve already toned it down. She has no clue what people are saying about me out there.”
That was a fair point.
Others might not know, but Sebastian had grown up with Samuel–he Jew Samuel better than anyone else.
People said he was ruthless–a charming devil with blood on his hands–and they weren’t wrong. Yet, knowing what he was, women still lined up for a shot–like he was worth the crash and bum.
Except for Kylie. She’d sealed the deal in one go.
“What are the odds Owen actually wakes up?” Samuel suddenly asked, his voler sharp and tight.
Sebastian repeated the facts, saying, “If someone stays in a coma for more than a few months, the odds of improvement drop tast.
“Owen’s an adult, so he’s got about a 50–so shot of regaining partial consciousness and responding to his surroundings within six months.
“But it someone’s heart stops outside a hospital? Less than 5% make it back. And unfortunately, Owen falls into that 5%.”
Five percent sounded decent, but the truth was that no one could say for sure if Owen would be one of the lucky few.
“So now, it’s all up to fate whether he wakes up or not.“
