Love Unbreakable

Chapter 470 Casey Woke Up Davey was struck motionless by the way Casey addressed him. His face hardened, revealing his distress.

Casey caught the change in his demeanor and looked up, confusion etched on her face. "Davey, what's the matter? Regaining his composure, Davey took Casey's hand with a softness that was out of character. "Nothing's amiss. How are you feeling? Clutching her forehead, Casey's brow creased with discomfort. "I'm not sure why, but my head is throbbing." Davey tenderly massaged her temples, murmuring. "Let me get a doctor to examine you." Casey drained of energy, could only respond with a faint "Okay." As Davey reached for his phone to call for a doctor, Casey, still in bed, inquired, "Davey, have you seen my parents?" "Clang!" Davey's phone slipped from his grasp, clattering on the floor.

Davey's stare, intense and icy, fixed on Casey, his

presence chilling.

Casey, seemingly oblivious to the tension, gently reminded him, "Davey, your phone fell." Ignoring the fallen phone, Davey asked, "What did you just mention?" "About what?" Still groggy, Casey pondered before responding. "My dad... Where are my parents? They're not here, are they?" Davey's gaze grew icy as he scanned the room. It was a replica of her bedroom, which justified her confusion.

"Casey, regarding your parents..." Davey's attempt to explain was cut off by Casey's interruption. "Could you get my mom? She's probably worried since | had been unconscious before..." Davey remained silent, his dark eyes locked on her, filled with unsaid words. Pausing, he echoed her words, "Your mom is worried?"

"Yes, why? What's happening? "Casey..." Davey addressed her with a touch of coolness in his voice. "Have you forgotten something important?" Casey's eyes, large and bewildered, reflected her confusion. "What should | remember?" Davey probed further, "Casey, how many years have you lived? I'm 18, aren't 1?" Davey responded evenly, "And what about me? With a playful chuckle, Casey responded, "Isn't it obvious? You're 19, Davey, the finest protector of my family!" Davey didn't utter a word in response.

Casey gave him an appraising look, teasing, "How long was my nap? You appear much older, almost like you're in your thirties. Maybe you should try some of my skincare

products. It looks like the weather hasn't been kind to you." Despite his rigorous fitness regimen and good appearance, Davey's appearance suggested he was in his thirties.

Casey, maintaining her youthful appearance without any aging signs, could easily pass for a woman in her thirties despite the years she had been asleep.

Davey's expression, a blend of light and shadow, was hard to read.

Right then, there was a knock at the door.

"Enter," Davey remarked.

A doctor entered the room.

Davey reassured Casey, "The doctor is here to check on you. There's no need to worry." Casey acknowledged this with a weak nod.

Post-examination, Davey and the doctor stepped outside.

Davey's commanding presence was palpable.

The doctor, in a timid voice, reported, "Mr. Glyn, she shows no physical abnormalities, but the clot in her brain persists, albeit smaller. The acupuncture seems to be working.

Continuing the acupuncture might be beneficial..." "Get to the point," Davey cut him off sharply.

"Huh?" The doctor was puzzled.

Davey's sneer was piercing. "Didn't you notice her mental disorientation?" Casey had just claimed she was eighteen.

The doctor looked down. "I missed that, but she seems mentally stable.” "Stable?" Davey's smirk carried a trace of scorn. ‘Is that all you've gathered after your assessment? The doctor felt the weight of Davey's icy stare, as if on trial.

He knelt hastily, his plea for forgiveness echoing loudly.

"Please, Mr. Glyn, | beg you to spare me..." "Considering today marks Casey's awakening, I'll overlook this. However..." Davey's temper flared as he grasped the doctor's hair, his tone icy. "Roll your way out now!"

The mansion's layout was intricate, featuring a ramp that led to the grand entrance on one side and descended into a deep basement on the other.

Without delay, the doctor scurried away, tumbling down the stairs in his haste. He resembled a rolling ball, swiftly descending step by step.

Relief washed over the doctor as he escaped with his life.

In recent years, Davey had dismissed numerous doctors.

Each dismissed doctor either met a tragic end or passed away suddenly.

The mere mention of Davey's name sent shivers down the spines of many physicians. The pay was substantial, yet it was akin to risking their lives. No sum of money was worth their lives.

However, once Davey summoned them, refusing his call meant certain death. The fortunate ones survived a year or two more. The villa's atmosphere was eerily silent. The servants moved with utmost caution, avoiding any noise.

Standing at the basement entrance, Davey's face was

unreadable. He then proceeded to the master bedroom.

The servant guarding Casey's room greeted Davey with respect, "Mr. Glyn." With a simple gesture from Davey, the servant promptly exited.

Approaching Casey's bed, Davey noticed she was still awake. She looked at him, her voice tinged with sadness.

"Davey, why hasn't my mother arrived yet?" Davey took a seat beside Casey, placing one hand gently beside her leg and using the other to smooth her tousled hair, speaking softly. "Your mother won't be coming.

"Why not?" Casey's voice was filled with disbelief as she grabbed his hand.

Davey's eyes lingered on her hand, clasping his with trust, his heart swelling with an unfamiliar warmth. "They've traveled abroad for a holiday. Your memories are just a bit mixed up." "My memories are mixed up? Casey questioned, struggling

to grasp the situation.

Gently caressing her hair, Davey reassured her, "Your memories will return gradually.” Casey made a face, expressing her longing, "I really want to hear from my mom. Could you get her to call me?" "They are far away, near the Pacific border, so getting in touch right now is tricky." Tears started to gather in Casey's eyes, and she seemed downhearted. "Have | forgotten many things?" Noticing her distress, Davey gently proposed, "You seem weary. Why not rest a bit more?" Casey agreed with a nod.

Davey assisted her in getting comfortable and tucked her in. Then, he softly kissed her on the forehead. "Sleep now.

I'll fill you in on what you've missed once you're awake." Casey was taken aback. "Davey, how could you kiss me? Davey gave her a teasing look. "Don't you remember, Casey? We're a couple, and we've shared many close

moments.” "We're a couple?" This news seemed to astonish Casey.

Davey chose not to answer directly, leaning in and murmuring. "Would you prefer to listen now, or would you rather rest?" Casey looked troubled. "My head is hurting..."