CHAPTER 352: CHAPTER 352: HE WON’T DIE!

Lunara Island.

Nestled beneath a lighthouse by the coast, there’s a two-story small building that looks old and somewhat run-down.

The roof tiles appear to have been recently renovated, the red tiles standing out quite prominently.

The sea breeze is strong, blowing the tall, knee-high grass to and fro.

There’s only one household on the hillside.

"Mom!" A dark-skinned woman ran out of the house and found the skinny middle-aged woman outside who was mending fishing nets, saying, "Mom, brother still hasn’t woken up. Why don’t we take him to the city hospital?"

The skinny woman paused her hand movements, then continued mending: "Your uncle used his connections to get him into the town’s hospital, and your uncle’s medical skills are considered top-notch in the town. If he can’t be cured, he can’t be cured; we have been true to our conscience. In my opinion, he doesn’t have much time left. Better to find a plot of land and bury him when he passes."

"No, Mom! I must save him. He’s just in a coma; surely he’ll wake up if we take him to a bigger hospital!"

"Don’t exert yourselves; we don’t even know who he is. How could a city hospital just let an unidentified person be admitted? We’ve saved him from drowning and have done all we can."

"Mom, he won’t die!"

The woman hesitated a moment, sighed in defeat, and compromised: "The day after tomorrow your uncle and father will go out to sea. You can go with them. Whether the hospital admits him or not is not within our control."

Hearing this, the girl happily hugged the woman and kissed her on the cheek: "Thank you, Mom!"

Two days later, the fishing boat went out to sea. In a small room on the boat, a tall man lying on a not-so-large bed.

It made the small bed seem somewhat shabby.

Joel Bellamy ran from outside into the cabin, slowed her hurried movements upon seeing the man lying on the small bed.

Even though she knew he was in a coma rather than asleep, she instinctively minimized the noise, as if worried about disturbing his rest.

She crouched by the bedside, using a freshly wrung towel to gently wipe the man’s face.

Then sat by the bed, propping her chin up, smiling at the handsome man before her.

"Dad, how much longer till we arrive?"

"It’s still a while, at least until the afternoon. Once ashore, we still have to take a car to get to the city."

Joel Bellamy gazed at the sun rising high above the sea, sighed lightly, turning back to the small room.

Time was hard to endure, she wished the man before her would wake up and talk to her, to tell her his name, where he came from, and what has happened to him?

She wanted to know his past, yet suddenly she worried.

If he wakes up, he would return to the place he lived before.

But Joel Bellamy didn’t want him to leave.

While staring at him, she suddenly felt his eyelashes seem to twitch.

The sunlight streaming through the cracks in the room cast on his face, at that moment Joel Bellamy wasn’t sure if it was her illusion.

As she stood up to check carefully, his eyes opened, those deep dark eyes like a black hole, drawing people in.

Joel Bellamy froze for a moment before reacting, happily saying, "You’re awake?!"

The man looked at the woman before him, seeming to feel this scene appeared in deep memory before.

The images overlapped slightly, but the face in memory remained blurry.

He couldn’t tell if that memory truly existed, yet the face in memory didn’t quite match the face before him.

He couldn’t remember the appearance of the girl, nor even himself...

Trying hard to recall felt like being hindered by a thick fog from remembering those fragmented images.

After her excitement, Joel Bellamy swiftly ran to find her doctor uncle: "Uncle! Brother’s awake! Come quickly, he’s awake!"

...

Shannon Quinn left the hospital; with Landon Sutton could not rely on to support the family.

Leo seemed to sense something, frequently asking why his dad hadn’t come back these days.

A ten-day business trip could be an excuse to fool the child, but if it lasted longer, Shannon Quinn didn’t know how to explain it to her child.

When Shannon Quinn dropped Leo off at the kindergarten, she saw Seth Fairchild at the school gate.

After Leo entered the school, Shannon Quinn walked with a puzzled look to Seth Fairchild, not as hostile as before, after all, he saved her life.

"What are you doing here?"

Seth Fairchild looked down at her and said, "Looking for you."

"Looking for me?"

"If I told you I have news about Landon Sutton, would you believe it?"

Shannon Quinn froze, didn’t have time to doubt if Seth Fairchild was lying, hurriedly asked, "Where is he?"

Seth Fairchild pointed to the car parked beside them: "Get in."

In desperation, Shannon Quinn followed Seth Fairchild into the car without questioning his motives.

The car headed towards the airport road. Shannon Quinn received a call from Simon Rhodes as soon as she arrived at the airport: "Shannon, quickly pack your stuff, I’ll pick you up downstairs, there seems to be news about Vincent!"

Hearing Simon Rhodes speak the same, Shannon Quinn glanced at Seth Fairchild ahead. Her anxious heart seemed to have found reassurance.

If Seth Fairchild’s words were unreliable, hearing the same from Simon Rhodes was like a soothing balm for Shannon Quinn.

Until she sees Landon Sutton, she can’t be certain such news is true.

Even if it’s just a mere possibility, it’s like a glimmer of light in darkness for her.

In the waiting room, Shannon Quinn met Simon Rhodes.

The booked flight was the same, allowing them to reach there as soon as possible.

"Shannon, Ronan Rhodes already went to confirm there. Vincent indeed still alive."

It should have been exciting news, but seeing Simon Rhodes’s solemn expression, Shannon Quinn found it hard to smile, cautiously asked, "Has... something happened to him?"

Shannon Quinn thought if it were merely broken limbs, it wasn’t much; as long as he’s truly alive, that’s better than anything.

Simon Rhodes frowned, seemingly unsure of how to convey.

Shannon Quinn said, "I just want him to be alive, the rest I don’t fear. Mr. Rhodes, if there’s anything, please just tell me."

Simon Rhodes lowered his eyes, thought for half a second before speaking: "Ronan Rhodes met him this afternoon, Vincent was having tests at a local hospital when Ronan Rhodes they were screening there, they hit upon each other, but... Vincent didn’t recognize him, doesn’t seem to recall anything from before."

Shannon Quinn paused for a moment, suddenly smiled and murmured softly, "So he’s truly still alive..."

To her, there is no better news than this.