CHAPTER 21: CHAPTER 21: THE ONLY THING YOU CAN DO IS LET SERENA STERLING GO

The other side.

Julian Lawson was driving, the trees outside the car window rustled in the wind.

The weather forecast said there would be wind tonight.

Under the dim streetlights, all that could be seen were shadows of trees.

The time on the car changed from 23:59 to 00:00.

He suddenly hit the brakes.

After just a moment, he immediately turned the car around and drove quickly towards the hospital.

There were few cars on the highway in the early hours, the Aston Martin sped down the lane.

With one last brake, the car stopped beneath the hospital building.

He looked up at this building that was still brightly lit in the deep night, his lips slightly pursed.

Taking out his phone, Julian Lawson found Serena Sterling’s number and dialed it.

"Beep beep, beep beep... Sorry, the number you dialed..."

The next moment, his call was cut off.

He dialed again, and once more the call was cut off.

Julian Lawson switched to Bianca Lynch’s number to call instead.

It was only now that he realized that while he was sending Vera Hansen home, Bianca Lynch had called him but he hadn’t answered.

Frowning a little, Julian Lawson hit the call button.

Still cut off.

He looked at the phone, edited a message to send.

But...

In the process of editing, he hesitated.

How should he ask?

"Knock knock."

The car window was tapped.

Julian Lawson lifted his gaze and saw Ethan Lynch wearing a white coat.

Frowning slightly, Julian Lawson rolled down the window.

Ethan Lynch waved the phone in his hand.

He said, "If you want to know Serena Sterling’s situation, go up yourself to see. Stop calling."

Julian Lawson squinted slightly: "I am her husband."

Ethan Lynch gave a mocking laugh.

"Oh, you still know you are her husband," Ethan Lynch said, "but I heard from Joy that soon you won’t be."

Julian Lawson’s hand tightened, looking at Ethan Lynch outside the car window with a mocking expression, he said, "This has nothing to do with you."

"Of course it does."

Ethan Lynch leaned slightly, teasingly yet dangerously: "Joy said that because her fighting led to Serena Sterling being pushed by you down the stairs, she wants me, her brother, to compensate Serena Sterling."

Ethan Lynch smiled: "I think it’s fine."

"Ethan Lynch!" Julian Lawson’s fist clenched tightly.

Ethan Lynch did not reply, just quietly watched him from where he stood.

After a long while, Julian Lawson said: "Serena Sterling asked you to come over and say these things to me?"

After her play with Bianca Lynch was revealed, she found Ethan Lynch?

Is this her new trick?

Ethan Lynch’s smile gradually faded, his cold eyes locked onto Julian Lawson: "Angry?"

"Julian Lawson, you need to be clear, Aeston doesn’t have just one man like you."

"I also watched her grow up, I understand her charm, not less than you."

"If you like Vera Hansen, then lock yourself with Vera Hansen. Don’t care about Serena Sterling."

Ethan Lynch calmly responded.

"Julian Lawson." Ethan Lynch decided with certainty, word for word, "The only thing you can do now is let her go."

Just now, it was urgent, necessary to sign a critical illness notice, but when the nurse came out to contact someone, only Bianca Lynch was waiting.

Serena Sterling’s father was gone, there was estrangement with her mother, she could only find Julian Lawson as her husband, but Serena Sterling was pushed down the stairs by him and left with the mistress, Julian.

Even so, Bianca Lynch still tried to call him, but he didn’t answer.

In the end, Bianca Lynch used the emergency situation coupled with her identity as the Director’s daughter to forcefully sign the critical illness notice, later supplementing with the appropriate power of attorney.

Watching Julian Lawson’s face grow tighter, Ethan Lynch sneered internally.

He had already given Julian Lawson a chance.

As long as Julian Lawson went to the hospital building now, inquired about Serena Sterling’s specific situation, he would count Julian Lawson as still caring.

But he did not.

Since that’s the case, he might as well say it outright.

Watching Julian Lawson with a cold face close the car window and drive away, Ethan Lynch remained expressionless.

The early morning wind lifted the hem of his white coat, watching the Aston Martin turn the corner, he shook his head and sighed lightly.

...

When Serena Sterling woke up, the day was already bright.

The morning sunlight slanted in through the window, bringing a pale yellow brightness.

"Serena, you’re awake!"

Bianca Lynch’s voice came through.

Serena Sterling, just waking up, was still a bit dazed, looking at Bianca Lynch and Jasper Ford beside her with concern, the pain in her body hit, and she remembered everything.

"I..."

Serena Sterling spoke just one word, then paused.

The pain in her body, the bright red blood before fainting, all gave her a bad premonition.

"Serena..." Bianca Lynch carefully helped Serena Sterling sit up, sadly telling her, "The baby is gone."

Serena Sterling opened her mouth to say something, but finally just closed her mouth in a daze.

After about half a minute of silence, she lowered her head and responded: "Hmm."

She seemed to show no reaction.

No happiness or sorrow.

Very calm response.

Bianca Lynch and Jasper Ford exchanged a glance, finally Jasper Ford walked over and said to her: "Serena, you need to rest well for now and recover."

"You were fortunate not to fracture when you fell down the stairs, but there are soft tissue injuries, the mild concussion hasn’t healed, and there’s the miscarriage..."

Speaking, Jasper Ford softened his tone, as if even slightly heavier words would cause Serena Sterling to suddenly vanish from this world.

He said: "I’ve postponed that live show for you, after..."

"I want to participate." Without waiting for Jasper Ford to finish, Serena Sterling had already spoken.

Her hands hidden under the quilt clenched tightly.

Fingertips pierced into her palm, oozing blood.

It hurt.

But it made her feel more real.

Sitting against the bed, Serena Sterling’s face showed neither joy nor sorrow.

She raised her head and looked at Jasper Ford.

She said: "I can."

"But the first live performance is only three days away." Jasper Ford worriedly said, "Your body..."

"I can." Serena Sterling calmly repeated, her voice devoid of happiness or sadness.

Under the quilt, her clenched fists were already trembling.

Jasper Ford and Bianca Lynch exchanged a glance.

Finally, Jasper Ford compromised: "Alright."

Upon hearing this, Serena Sterling slightly lowered her eyes, releasing her fists.

"Thank you." She said softly.

Jasper Ford shook his head.

"For a mutually beneficial matter, no thanks is needed."

Jasper Ford understood that with Serena Sterling’s strength, as long as she performed normally, there would be no problem.

Moreover, the first live show was a debut performance, and the elimination phase only began in the second one, Serena Sterling’s participation wouldn’t be an issue.

He simply felt sorry for her.

Serena Sterling raised her head and tugged at the corners of her mouth to smile.

It was to tell the two of them she was fine.

But everyone present knew she wasn’t fine.

Not for long, Serena Sterling said: "Jasper, in my current state, I may not be able to prepare the costume for the performance or find the appropriate makeup artist myself. Can you help me?"

Jasper Ford nodded: "It’s the company’s duty."

"Could you look for them now please?" She requested again.

Jasper Ford didn’t know how to respond.

Serena Sterling looked then at Bianca Lynch.

"Joy, I’m a bit hungry, can you help me buy some food?"

Bianca Lynch opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, just looking sadly at Serena Sterling.

Serena Sterling smiled, looking at the two, she said: "Can you?"

Her voice already carried a hint of pleading.

The two exchanged a glance, then understood, and agreed with Serena Sterling.

They walked out of the ward, closing the door behind them.

After they left, the ward was very quiet.

The smile on Serena Sterling’s face slowly faded, the falsely risen corners of her mouth gradually lowered.

The April skies felt somewhat chilly to her, so she retreated back into the quilt.

Truly cold, cold enough for Serena Sterling to cover her head with the quilt.

Her emotions could no longer be restrained or concealed, she bit her fist until it bled, silently crying.