CHAPTER 374: CHAPTER 374: GO AWAY, I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU

The young doctor trembled with fear.

Without understanding what was happening, he was brought to the Imperial Garden, to a woman in a coma.

Julius Shaw, with a murderous aura, ordered: "Save her!"

Len Taylor felt his legs go weak, as if this man’s imposing presence was that of an emperor on TV saying to the imperial physicians, "If you can’t cure her, you’ll die together."

Frightened, he hurriedly stepped forward to begin the treatment.

The people at the Imperial Garden were reliable, and the doctor they had brought was quite skilled.

After an examination, Len Taylor determined that the woman’s condition was dire, as if she was on the brink of death.

Without having time to fully understand the cause, he immediately put Nancy Allen on a drip.

Only after setting up the drip, he nervously explained, "At first glance, her coughing blood seems to be due to intense emotional distress; the main issue lies in her body, which is really... truly..."

Len Taylor couldn’t find the right words, contemplating terms like terminal illness or barely holding on, but none of them were suitable, fearing speaking them might not end well for him.

After all, this was the Imperial Garden, and the man before him was likely none other than the terrifying Young Master Shaw.

Julius Shaw wasn’t interested in hearing any explanations; his cold eyes filled with glinting malice: "I want her alive."

Len Taylor timidly replied, "Keeping her alive now isn’t the problem; it’s just that this lady’s physical condition is quite... poor. It’s best to send her to a professional hospital."

All he could promise was her survival for now, but whether she could live long in the future was hard to say.

Hearing that Nancy would survive, everyone in the Imperial Garden breathed a sigh of relief.

Julius Shaw didn’t want Nancy to be in such a disheveled state with so many people watching, so he picked her up and headed upstairs, telling the doctor, "Follow me."

Len Taylor, still a bit stunned, quickly raised the drip and followed.

Julius Shaw returned to his room, carefully laid Nancy on the bed, and without looking back, asked: "When will she wake up?"

Len Taylor hesitated: "She should wake tonight."

It seemed like the furious storm had calmed down for Julius Shaw, as he kept watch beside Nancy.

And true to Len Taylor’s words, Nancy awoke two hours later.

The first to notice was Julius Shaw, who nervously asked, "Is Nancy alright?"

Originally calm, Nancy, seeing Julius approach and his face, which could pierce through her heart, suddenly went wild.

She ripped the needle from her hand.

Failing to press down in time caused blood to spill over the back of her hand after removal.

Julius Shaw quickly grasped Nancy’s hand and used a cotton ball nearby to press on the needle mark on her hand.

Nancy’s struggle did not cease.

Even with a voice weak to the extreme, her heart-wrenching cries could still be heard.

"Go away, I don’t want to see you!"

"I never want to see your face again; you’re not him!"

Julius Shaw shouted angrily: "Don’t move, I told you not to move! You’ve already made your choice; from now on, there’s only me, you’re mine!"

His words agitated Nancy further, leaving her too weak to resist Julius Shaw or even withdraw the hand he was applying pressure on with the drip.

But then, her other hand suddenly reached for her earlobe.

She grasped the Ruby and forcefully tugged it from her ear, throwing it at Julius Shaw as she screamed madly, "I am not yours, and I never will be!"

Nancy ignored every consequence and simply tore it away.

Immediately, blood trickled down her jade-like earlobe.

The doctor, Len Taylor, who had been standing in the corner, was already petrified with fear.

Julius Shaw’s face darkened as he grabbed Nancy’s other hand and shouted at Len Taylor, "Why are you still standing there? Make her calm down instantly."

Controlling Nancy would be too easy for Julius Shaw, but if the awakened Nancy was to unhesitatingly hurt herself like this, it would be impossible to prevent aside from tying her up.

Len Taylor hurried over to administer a sedative to Nancy.

The dosage couldn’t be too high because, as understood, this lady’s battered body couldn’t withstand severe side effects.

Even after the sedative was given, Nancy continued to struggle feebly, wanting Julius Shaw to stay away.

Just like that, she was forcibly taken away from Godfery Shaw.

She was just one step away from being with Godfery Shaw.

If there had never been hope at all, she might not have been so despairing.

But she had always hoped, wished, and even touched it, only for it all to be shattered overnight by Julius Shaw.

Every time she thought of the words she shared with Godfery Shaw and watched him leave, the pain was unbearable.

It hurt her so bad that she couldn’t even bear to look at Julius Shaw’s identical face.

Ten minutes later, the effect of the sedative kicked in, and the fiercely resisting Nancy drifted back into unconsciousness.

Len Taylor rushed forward to tend to the wounds on Nancy’s hand and ear.

With pressure applied, the needle mark stopped bleeding. Len disinfected it with a cotton swab and applied medical tape. But as his cotton swab aimed for the lady’s ear, it was intercepted, leaving Len Taylor confused.

Julius Shaw took the cotton swab and disinfectant from Len Taylor’s hand directly.

Only then did Len Taylor understand that this man’s possessiveness was too strong to even allow him to touch his lady’s ear.

Julius Shaw gazed deeply at Nancy’s earlobe, gently touching it with the disinfected cotton swab.

His eyes were so focused as if nothing else existed in the world, with only Nancy in front of him.

Watching from one side, Len Taylor could only think, was this what they called forced love in TV dramas?

Wasn’t it said that Young Master Shaw of the Imperial Garden had a great relationship with his wife?

That day, under the butler’s address, Len Taylor clarified that this man was not Young Master Shaw but Young Master Julius Shaw.

Len Taylor’s heart was struck with terror!

The rumors surrounding the two young masters of Imperial Garden and the lady were widespread across Aning City, especially after the young master went shopping with his wife the other day, spurring further private discussions.

Len Taylor never expected the person guarding the lady would actually be Young Master Julius Shaw.

The key was that face was identical to Young Master Shaw’s!

No wonder only rumors of Young Master Shaw existed, and about Young Master Julius Shaw, only mentions of his reclusive, peculiar nature.

Turns out, these brothers looked exactly the same.

Len Taylor felt he had learned some terrible secret. Thinking about the castle-like Imperial Garden, he shivered, believing he should steer clear; knowing too many secrets was dangerous.

Yet he couldn’t resist the urge to sneak peeks at the legendary lady in the rumors, wondering whose wife she really was.

Julius Shaw tended to Nancy’s damaged earlobe, picking up the Ruby from the ground.

Len Taylor tentatively suggested, "It’s best if this lady calms down a bit, then goes to the hospital for a full examination. Um... can I leave now?"

Julius Shaw coldly uttered three words, "You may not."

Len Taylor: "...Then I’ll go prepare some medical supplies and medicines."

"Write down the needed medications. I’ll have people purchase them. You will stay in the Imperial Garden; you are not allowed to leave a single step."

Len Taylor immediately protested, "How is that possible? I’m a free person."

Julius Shaw’s bloodthirsty gaze fixed on Len Taylor.

Feeling he wouldn’t meet a good end if he dared to refuse again, Len Taylor wisely surrendered, "Alright, I’ll write down the items needed now."

Only then did Julius Shaw withdraw his gaze and look at the silent Nancy lying in bed.

In a corner of the small table, Len Taylor quickly noted the required items and handed them over to the butler of the Imperial Garden.

He had the feeling that getting in was easy but getting out was hard; thinking of the hefty house-call fee, and acknowledging that in the future, he’d be someone who had collaborated with the Imperial Garden, he endured. Freedom didn’t seem so important now; giving up he continued to witness the drama unfold.

After being given the sedative, Nancy slept until dawn.

With her frail body, even a small dose of a sedative could put her into a deep slumber.

Len Taylor felt that if this lady didn’t wake soon, he would be killed by Young Master Julius Shaw’s gaze.

It was terrifying.