A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 186 It’s Not Like She Is Pregnant

Avery stiffened where he was drunk and failed to figure out where exactly he

had touched.

His brain as well as his body had both frozen. It was after a long time that he regained a bit of his consciousness.

Then he raised his hand and looked at it.

Darlene was lying on the bed stilly. And even though there was a deathly silence in the bedroom now, Avery felt that

he could no longer hear Darlene’s

breathing.

Then coming back to his senses, he jerked himself up from the bed and shook

his body a bit.

After turning on the lamp on the bedside table in a hurry, he turned to look at

Darlene on the bed.

Darlene was still in the light–colored nightgown that Avery had her change into last night. But the hem of the gown

was stained with blood now.

Also, the bed was tainted with blood here and there, which made Darlene’s

face look even paler.

Avery, shocked, looked at his palm, only to find that it was covered with blood

as well.

He could not understand why Darlene would end up bleeding.

Then, leaning over as he tried to calm himself, Avery found that Darlene’s arms were extremely cold while her

forehead was burning hot. She had gone

into a coma!

Then Avery reached out, wanting to carry her, but since he was so drunk, he

failed to do that in the end.

Breaking out in a sweat, Avery started to feel a surge of fear.

Since Darlene looked quite bloody now, there was no way Avery would ask people outside for help.

Then propping himself up against the bed, Avery turned around and walked towards the bathroom. And since the

light was so dim, he could barely see anything on his way.

After entering the bathroom, he turned on the faucet and allowed the bone–piercing cold water to shower down on

his head. It was not until then did he begin to sober up a bit.

After the shower, he took out some hangover relief tablets from the drawer and swallowed them hastily.

Finally, he managed to shake off the hangover and could feel the chill all over his body now. Thanks to that, Avery

hurried to pick up Darlene before trotting out of the bedroom with her.

Avery did not know why there were hangover relief tablets in his drawer since he was never a drinker and hence

there was no need for that kind of medicine

whatsoever.

But the tablets, a whole lot of them, just came out of nowhere in the drawer a

few days ago.

Now the two were on their way downstairs. Since he was in a hurry, Darlene, despite being covered with a suit, was

still in her bloody clothes.

And the sight of Darlene and Avery like that gave those servants a fright.

Not only was the hem of Darlene’s dress bloody, but Avery’s shirt was also as well. Moreover, with her arms

hanging down and her face deathly pale,

Darlene looked rather miserable.

The servants, in disbelief, thought, Avery has only been here for a short while,

and Darlene has become like this!

His face ashen, Avery said anxiously as he kept trotting, “Cyrus, go get the

car!”

After they left, those servants, their mouths wide open because of shock, were reduced to a whisper. “Gosh! Is that

a miscarriage?”

Then some servant retorted, “Nonsense. It’s not like she is pregnant!”

But those suspicious servants insisted. “Have you seen the blood… It’s on her dress. And it looks just like a

miscarriage other than some other kind of injury.”

The thought of a miscarriage made those servants suck in a breath of cold air involuntarily. “If it’s a miscarriage, it

would be awful, right?”

Meanwhile, Avery had gotten into the car.

He could feel that Darlene’s body had turned even colder. Noticing that Avery was trembling, Cyrus floored it.

Then Avery’s voice sounded. “Cyrus, a bit faster please.”

Cyrus replied, “Sir, I can’t go any faster now. And also, we are already taking a

short cut.”

Hearing that, Avery stopped saying anything. And then, he, in a disturbed state of mind, started to wonder what he

had done just now.

Holding Darlene even more tightly, he thought, I shouldn’t have drunk that much alcohol. It was all the alcohol’s

fault since I never hurt Darlene like this

before.

But then again, why would Darlene betray me and want a divorce from me? She never used to treat me like this!

But soon, he could no longer think about anything since fear had conquered

his mind.

Due to that, he started to apologize anxiously, “Darlene, I’m sorry. It’s my

fault.”

But Darlene kept clenching her fists tightly even though she was unconscious.

Noticing that Avery wanted to pry open her fist, thinking the clench might give her more pain.

But the moment his hand was on hers, Darlene retracted her hand right away.

Avery had to let her be. Then he looked away and focused on the road ahead

instead.

The streets were almost deserted since it was the middle of the night now. Knowing that they were about to arrive,

Cyrus called the hospital and had them get the stretcher and the paramedics ready.

By the time they arrived at the hospital, a female doctor and some nurses were already waiting outside, ready to

get Darlene into the emergency room.

Avery hurried to carry Darlene out of the car. At that moment, Darlene regained consciousness with her lips moving

with great difficulty.

Avery leaned against her, trying to catch her words. “What did you say?”

Noticing that Darlene struggled to make a sound again. “I don’t want to go to the emergency room. I don’t want

to.”

Her voice was so low that Avery could barely hear what she said.

Avery panicked when he thought of how mechanical the emergency room felt. Then he looked at the doctor. “Does

she have to go to the emergency room?”

The doctor answered, “Then put her on the stretcher first. And we’ll send her to a ward instead where we’ll give her

a checkup. If everything is all right, then

we skip the emergency room just as the patient wishes.”

Only then did Darlene heave a sigh of relief. Then, the doctor pushed her into a

ward.

Noticing that Darlene was clenching her fist, the doctor said, wanting her to relax, “Lady, you don’t have to be so

nervous. Relax and let go of your hand, will you?”

But Darlene didn’t loosen her hands. Instead, she struggled to open her eyes, her voice weak and her face tinted

with a trace of pleading. “I am a bit cold. That’s why I am clenching my fists.”

The doctor pushed Darlene into the ward, leaving Avery waiting outside, and gave Darlene a checkup.

After the examination, the doctor asked Darlene to rest up and went out to talk to Avery with a solemn expression,

“The bleeding was caused by a tear in the wound. Fortunately, you sent her here in time so that she could receive

proper

treatment before it’s too late.

“But, sir, I have to remind you that, even if the patient is your wife, what you did was rape and domestic violence.”

Avery looked uneasy. “It WAS my fault. So what should I do now?”

The female doctor sounded cold. “I’ve had a nurse treating the wound. Later on, we’ll put her on an anti–

inflammatory drip. If the patient responds well to the treatment, she will be discharged from the hospital a few days

later.”

With that, the female doctor walked away, not wanting to talk to Avery

anymore.

Then Avery sat down on a chair in the corridor. Since the nurse was still in the

ward, also, Darlene would for sure not want to see him, Avery remained where

he was for quite a while.

Meanwhile, Darlene clenched her fists for the whole night. And the next

morning, Gustave, Aleena, and the like came over.

When Gustave got there, Avery was taking care of Darlene in the ward. With a sense of guilt, also, since Darlene

asked Avery to leave it to them, Avery then

got out of the ward.

Her hands trembling from the clench, Darlene looked at Gustave.

Then she said, “I want to give you something.”

Hearing that, Aleena excused herself from the ward.

Gustave then walked up to Darlene before sitting on the edge of Darlene’s bed. Darlene’s pale complexion had

given him a heavy heart. “The doctor told me that you were injured. But I didn’t expect you to be this pale!”

After enduring the horror and helplessness the whole night, Darlene burst into tears upon hearing that. It was a

spurt of pent–up emotion that she failed to

release.

Then spreading out her palm, she showed Gustave a tiny recording device, which was lying in her hand.

Her voice was sobbing with a hint of relief. “I hid it all night from him. I think I’ve recorded something that would be

helpful for the divorce.”

The reason she insisted on the clench with fingernail marks covering all over her palm was that she was waiting for

Gustave so that she could hand the

device to him.

After staring at her palm for a while, Gustave took over the recording device before scooping her into his arms

while patting her on the back as if she was a child. “It’s okay now. Don’t cry.”