CHAPTER 338: CHAPTER 338: LEARNING TO LOVE HIM AGAIN

Serena’s eyes widened.

"Serena’s here..."

Lance Lockwood noticed Serena standing at the doorway.

"Come on, come in!"

He beckoned her in with a wave.

It had been a long time since they’d seen each other. Lance’s smile was still kind and approachable, but Serena felt he had grown thinner and more aged.

"Grandpa..."

Serena felt a twinge of heartache for Lance.

"Have you not been eating properly lately?"

As Serena walked in, Lance’s smile deepened around his eyes.

"I’ve eaten, but nothing’s as good as what you make."

"I’ll cook for you next time."

Lance’s grin widened further upon hearing this from Serena.

"Serena’s always the most filial... unlike Caleb, always making me worry."

By this time, Serena had reached the bedside and clearly saw the person lying there with an IV drip.

It was Caleb Lockwood.

She froze.

"What’s happened to Caleb Lockwood?"

Logically, Caleb’s treatment in Country C should have been timely, so it shouldn’t have led to this prolonged illness, right?

"Sigh..."

Lance let out a heavy sigh.

"The doctors have conducted a thorough examination on Caleb... The indicators show no abnormalities, but he remains in a coma."

"What?"

"The doctors suggest... Caleb’s unrelenting coma isn’t due to a physical illness, but rather a mental one... In other words, a heartache."

Lance’s words stirred something within Serena.

"Serena..."

Lance had Serena sit down next to him on the bed.

Before and after the divorce, the Lockwood family member Serena liked the most had always been Lance.

She had lacked a grandfather’s love growing up, and Lance had filled that void perfectly.

Normally, being alone with Lance was when Serena felt the most relaxed.

Yet at this moment, sitting beside him, she inexplicably felt a sense of pressure.

"In the past... Caleb wronged you... When you wanted to divorce him, I didn’t stop you because I was on your side..."

With this opening, Serena already guessed where Lance was heading.

"Although Caleb has major flaws in his character, he’s nonetheless my only grandson, and I can’t just watch him become a living corpse."

"From the moment he chose to leave the marriage with nothing, I realized... he loves you, Serena."

"You should feel it too; he’s acted differently towards you from the start."

"Our whole family believes... Caleb’s current state is related to you... Not that it’s your fault, Grandpa doesn’t mean that... It’s just... the only one who can touch Caleb’s heart and cause this heartache... is you."

"If... you’re willing to give him another chance, to love him again, Grandpa thinks... maybe he’d wake up."

"Serena, Grandpa knows this isn’t fair to you... but you two shared so much as a couple, don’t you have any feelings left for Caleb?"

The room was eerily silent.

Serena’s hands were clenched tightly, nails digging into her palms painfully.

When Lance noticed the anger on her face, he got up voluntarily.

"Grandpa won’t force you... Take your time to think about it..."

Giving Serena a gentle pat on the shoulder, Lance turned and left.

The room was left with just Serena—

And Caleb Lockwood, lying in bed like a vegetative figure.

Caleb’s face was emaciated and pale, so tranquil it seemed lifeless.

Forming a stark contrast to the anger on Serena’s face.

"Stop pretending to be a living corpse; you might as well just die!"

Serena blurted out.

She knew her words were cruel, but she couldn’t help it.

That day by the sea, it seemed like Caleb and she had resolved past misunderstandings.

Yet she found it even harder to forgive Caleb.

She would rather Caleb had truly fallen for Claire Shaw, than learn his affection for Claire was because he mistakenly saw her as Serena.

If that were the case, Caleb wouldn’t have genuinely cared for Chloe from the juvenile detention center.

Otherwise, how could he have gotten it wrong?

And in this way, the suffering and heartbreak she endured in the past felt painfully ludicrous.

Especially when the Lockwood family, who once never paid her any mind, now hoped she would reconcile with Caleb.

What did that make her?

A convenient tool to be used?

Serena felt her head throb.

"I won’t remarry you."

Facing the comatose Caleb, Serena knew he couldn’t hear, yet she declared firmly.

Even if all along Caleb had loved only her—

She didn’t want to reopen her heart to him.

The night was black as ink.

Meridia.

The Wyrmfang Gang.

Joker lost a hand at cards, nearly drawing his gun on one of his underlings.

The underling obediently handed over the money, but the murderous aura on Joker’s face lingered.

Everyone in The Wyrmfang Gang, from top to bottom, knew their second-in-command Joker was in a foul mood.

Because he couldn’t leave now.

Joker was required by Draven to stay at the gang’s headquarters, forbidden from going out.

This situation had persisted for several days.

It wasn’t a punishment by Draven, but for Joker’s safety, Draven couldn’t let him venture outside.

Currently, many were searching for Joker outside.

There were international police, private detectives, Caleb Lockwood’s men, and the Linton Family’s forces from Country C.

With so many powers trying to catch Joker, were it not for The Wyrmfang Gang’s standing in Meridia, Joker might have been found long ago.

"It’s just for lying low, not like you’re being locked up forever... With how close they’re watching, they’ll have to give up sooner or later,"

Draven comforted Joker at his side.

"But man, you’ve really crossed some big players this time! Both the Lockwood family from Country A and the Linton Family from Country C..."

Joker, playing with his gun, chuckled.

"I haven’t truly crossed them yet!"

To end that woman’s life would count...

Time flew by, another three days.

Caleb Lockwood still hadn’t woken up.

It wasn’t that Serena doubted the doctors hired by the Lockwood family; Caleb’s condition was incredibly bizarre.

Helpless, she dialed Warren Winters.

"That’s the situation, Dr. Winters, what do you think is happening to him?"

On the other end, Warren Winters was silent for a moment before speaking:

"First, call me cousin, or I won’t prioritize your consultation."

Serena smiled wryly.

"Cousin, please help!"

Warren chuckled.

"I believe the equipment there should be fine; since the indicators are normal, there’s no major worry."

"But he remains in a coma, like a vegetative state... The doctors say it’s a mental problem, a heartache."

"Chloe, I’m a cardiologist, not a psychologist... How about I refer a neurology expert to you?"

"That would work too."

"However, from my professional perspective, it might not help much."

Warren’s words felt like a heavy blow to Serena.

"Then what should we do? Just let him sleep forever?"

"Well... I do have a suggestion you might try."

"What is it?"

Serena’s eyes lit up as Warren said seriously over the phone:

"Give him a kiss."