Love's Change of Heart

Chapter 675 He Called You a Moron

Leanna stayed in the hospital ward for three whole days, but William showed no signs of waking up whatsoever.

On the fourth day, she happened to see the slightest twitches in the hands of the man lying on the hospital bed when she looked up from her manuscripts.

She quickly jumped to her feet and called for the doctor.

The doctor spoke to her in Dellshorean after examining William, “I’m afraid it’s just a reflexive action. His consciousness has not fully recovered, so it might take a while for him to regain consciousness.”

“He won’t be in danger anymore, right?”

“As long as his wounds do not become inflamed and cause a high fever, there should be no problem.” He continued after a brief pause, “But, the patient might occasionally have some measure of consciousness. You should speak to him more often. He might hear you, and your voice might stimulate him to wake up.”

She nodded lightly. “Thank you.”

After the doctor left the hospital ward, Leanna sat down once more and glanced at the manuscripts on the coffee table but did not pick them up. Instead, she walked over to the hospital bed and sat down.

She seemed to catch a glimpse of familiarity in his unfamiliar eyes as she stared at the man on the bed.

Leanna did not know what to say to him, so a long time passed before she slowly began rambling, “Two weeks ago, I participated in a jewelry exhibition where I saw the ring that you used to propose to my mother. I also heard about the origin of the ring and the story of the last time the ring was used.

“To be honest, I was very curious about your past. I wanted to know about the stories between you and my mother, as well as the things that happened in my childhood. Mr. Jackson told me some stories when I was at the Crossley Residence previously. But… those stories are too vague. I can’t remember anything about those times.

“I’ve always had the same recurring dream throughout the years. There was a raging fire before me, and I kept trying to run into the fire. However, there was a hand constantly pulling me away and dragging me away from that place. I’m sure that you and I are the same. We both want to know the truth behind what happened after the explosion. Why did my mother take me away… Aside from that, I also want to know how you survived that explosion.

“If… If my mother had known that you were alive, she would have been thrilled. We probably would not have met after so many years of separation. I might already have called you ‘Dad’ a long time ago. Our little family might have lived together forever…”

At the end of Leanna’s long monologue, her voice had gotten rough and choked up. Her eyes were also reddened and brimming with tears.

the bed showed no reaction except

overwhelmed her, she hurriedly ran out of the hospital room. She stared up at the sky and took several deep breaths. In the end, she managed to force back

when he everything she said just

corridor and sat down. Then, she held her phone with her head lowered and

…

about to sink into crisis, William’s assistant walked into the meeting room with

involvement. They believed that Aidan was an outsider who had no qualifications to handle the

surprise, it only took collaborative partnership that had previously been

company instantly began to operate

was greatly affected by the incident. Unfortunately, it would take some time

in

initially planned to head toward Warkin after seizing the cargo ship. Alas, they were

they quickly exchanged a glance with each other and took out their weapons. Then, they made preparations to defend themselves, but, strangely enough, there was no movement from

hiding

did not take long for them to realize that the cruise ship would have

they stopped hesitating and boarded the cruise

be found on the spacious deck. Moreover, there

the ship vigilantly with their guns at the reason. Once they confirmed that nobody was

satisfied their hunger and thirst, they began to look at the luxurious cruise ship with a greedy light in their

very quiet

not make them

spoke in Vendalian, “Something isn’t right. Let’s

cursed in Dellshorean, “Get lost if you’re scared of dying. Don’t waste our time

“The name shouldn’t head any further in. It’s best

person who spoke Dellshorean earlier spat in disdain, “What’s there to fear? Regardless of Mr. Woodley’s influence, he can only remain cooped up in Jamesdon. We’re going to