Chapter 347 Getting Critical
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Chapter 347 Getting Critical
“Spencer, your brother’s condition is getting critical. You need to come quickly.”
The first day Spencer returned to Somerville, he immediately went to check on Martin’s condition. From Craig Stirland, the physician Tyrell had assigned to monitor and care for Martin, Spencer learned that Melody often visited his brother. Melody had even been managing the company Martin left behind, keeping it in solid shape.
But Martin had been lying in a hospital bed for four years now. Despite the team’s diligent care and regular physical therapy to keep his muscles from deteriorating, everyone knew the day would come when even their efforts wouldn’t be enough to keep him stable. Recently, Spencer could tell from the data on the monitoring equipment that Martin’s body was approaching its limit.
Several times, when Melody was present, Spencer had wanted to speak up but stopped himself. After all, telling her wouldn’t change anything. Tyrell had already discreetly arranged for the best medical team in the world to treat Martin. If there were any way to help him wake up, it would’ve worked by now.
Melody couldn’t do anything to change the outcome, so it was better to keep her in the dark and allow her to hold on to hope. At least as long as Martin was still there, she could believe he might come back.
But the truth was catching up, and Martin’s time was running out. His family needed to be prepared. Tyrell was notified but couldn’t return to Somerville just yet.
“Your Majesty,” Craig asked cautiously, “should we tell the Princess?”
Aventras still maintained a monarchy, and as a direct heir with the authority to inherit the throne, Tyrell held power over the century–old reign. After years of intense political strife, he had finally reclaimed the throne of Aventras.
“Martin always adored her. If she finds out, it’ll devastate her.”
“Let Spencer handle it,” he decided. “It’s time for him to grow up.”
If Martin truly didn’t make it, Spencer would have to step up and shoulder far more responsibility. The future of their branch of the Aventras monarchy would rest on his shoulders.
As Craig’s words settled in, Spencer felt a sharp pang in his chest. Before he could fully process what he’d heard, he was already straddling his motorcycle, speeding toward the hospital.
At the Moore Residence, Melody caught a glimpse of Spencer’s hurried figure fading into the distance. For some reason, an unease settled over her heart. After a moment’s thought, she stood up. “Get the car ready. I need to get to Somerville Medical Center.”
The only thing that could pull Spencer away in the middle of the night like this had to involve Martin. Tyrell wouldn’t suddenly come back to Somerville, so what else could it be?
Edward rose beside her, gently placing a reassuring arm around her waist. The two walked briskly toward the door. Both were level–headed, yet in that instant, they had reached the same conclusion. For Spencer to be in such a rush could only mean one thing: Martin was in danger.
Alfred, confused by the somber expressions on their faces, tilted his head and called out, “Madam Moore, why are we suddenly heading to the medical center?”
“Because… Martin is there!” Melody replied tersely. “Quickly, I need to be there too.”
Seeing Melody’s urgency, Alfred felt his heart sink. Martin wasn’t just anyone–he was a financial genius, a man who had once risen from obscurity in Somerville to stand almost as an equal to his older brother. If he truly passed, it would be a significant loss to the entire financial world.
Outside the emergency room at the medical center, Spencer stood alone in the dimly lit hallway, a black backpack slung over his shoulder. His face was ashen, and his entire body was trembling. Martin was the only family he had left besides Tyrell.
In the past, Spencer had dreamed that even if Martin never woke up, as long as he was still alive, Spencer would still have a brother–someone he could lean on.
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