Chapter 422
The doctor gently lifted Orion’s shirt. When Theodore saw the body covered in cigarette burns and scars, he nearly fainted from the shock.
“Master! Master!”
“How did this happen? How could this happen?”
Theodore’s expression was one of profound sorrow.
He was the famed chairman of the Lockwood Group, controlling the largest corporation in Crestwood, yet he couldn’t protect his daughter–in–law, his son, and now his grandson was nearly destroyed!
“Find out who did this! I want names! I swear they’ll pay dearly for this!”
It didn’t take long for the servants, bribed with money, to reveal everything.
“Sir, it’s not our fault, it was all Mrs. Lockwood. She constantly insulted and abused the young master, and she used the influence of the Miller family to intimidate us. We were too scared to speak out!”
“After she heard about her husband’s death, she went mad and took the young master out. We thought she just wanted to punish him, but we never expected…”
Theodore was filled with regret and rage, grinding his teeth in fury.
He had thought the marriage alliance between Lockwood and Miller was perfect, but it had led to his son’s death and his grandson’s suffering.
This was all his fault!
“Katherine, that wicked woman!”
“Sir, after taking the young master to the fire in the suburbs, Katherine booked a flight to Harborview. Should we bring her back?” “No, no need!” He shook his head, his eyes flashing with deadly intent. “I want more than her life; I want the Miller family to pay for my son’s death, for Orion’s suffering!”
The faint scent of disinfectant filled the air, mingling with the soft, unfamiliar whispers surrounding Orion as he slowly opened his eyes. He moved his fingers, seeing a white ceiling and hearing the excited calls of the doctors and nurses by his bedside, and his. grandfather’s sobs outside.
He was alive?
Angels must have pulled him back from the depths of hell.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here to save you.”
“Save him! Please save him!”
“Come on, wake up, please!”
“Don’t sleep, please don’t fall asleep.”
The soft, angelic face of a little girl kept appearing before him, her expressions–surprise, anxiety, tears–all incredibly endearing, and her voice was heavenly.
Was she an angel sent from heaven to save him?
Just like in the storybooks, where a beautiful angel descends to kiss one’s forehead at the brink of death.
“Child, you’re awake, you’re finally awake!”
Theodore rushed in, tears streaming down his face, grasping his hand, sobbing in remorse.
“I’m so sorry, so sorry, it’s all Grandpa’s fault, I’ve caused you so much pain!”
“Grandpa shouldn’t have found you a stepmother, shouldn’t have focused only on work and neglected you. Hit Grandpa, okay? Hit Grandpa!”
Tears flowed freely down his face, thinking Orion, after such a traumatic experience, would wake up screaming, terrified, perhaps even with deep psychological scars. But his expression was surprisingly calm, and under his thick eyelashes, his dark eyes seemed to hold a faint smile?
Since Juliette’s departure, Theodore hadn’t seen Orion smile.
“Child, are you alright?”
“Don’t scare me, you’re all I have left!”