CHAPTER 147: CHAPTER 147: HE AND I HAVE SEVERED ALL TIES

Iris Crawford felt as if she had just walked through hell, the severe pain making her lose consciousness, as the blood left her body, the cold slowly engulfed all her senses, and in the chaos, it seemed like someone pressed a hand against her wound.

Her ears were ringing, Iris couldn’t speak, even keeping her eyes open was a struggle; she felt someone approach, and next to her, there seemed to be someone shouting her name, desperately.

Who is it?

Jordan Jacobs... I’ve finally, from two years ago, the destruction you brought me, completely reborn...

From now on, any kidnapping won’t hurt me anymore.

Closing her eyes, Iris Crawford’s hand fell down beside her.

Seeing this, Lachlan Wyatt was terrified, his eyes red. He had always been aloof and unconcerned, indifferent even in crisis, the kind of person who could watch others in distress without feeling a thing, but now, he was trembling, shouting, "Iris! Iris, hold on! Iris!"

Peach received an emergency call from Lachlan Wyatt while she was in the country and flew over overnight.

As for Orion Crawford, Lachlan Wyatt was still hiding the truth from him for now. If Orion knew that both his sisters were in trouble, he might go mad.

To stabilize the situation, Lachlan colluded with the members of the agency to wait until Iris was out of danger before telling Orion the truth.

The criminal syndicate was captured on the spot by The Kingdom of L, for kidnapping the Royal Family and trafficking people. The charges piled up, indescribable in severity, with all evidence presented, Dante was enraged, and declared on the spot that he would personally participate in the trial!

Iris Crawford was sent to the best hospital in The Kingdom of L, with Dante mobilizing the most professional medical resources for the rescue, while on the other side, Skye Lockwood slowly woke up, finding Cynthia by the bedside. When she opened her eyes, Cynthia grasped her hand, "Oh God! You’ve finally woken up!"

Skye Lockwood hadn’t yet realized what had happened, so Cynthia recounted everything to her, upon hearing this, Skye Lockwood was eager to get out of bed, "I want to see my sister!"

"Someone is watching over your sister, you should rest well." Cynthia comforted her, "Don’t be anxious, going over there now would only cause more chaos. You always lose your composure when it comes to your sister."

Soothed by her partner, Skye Lockwood calmed down; her heart was both anxious and in pain, thinking about the immense stress Iris has experienced, she couldn’t truly rest at the hospital. Taking a deep breath, Skye Lockwood looked at her phone for the time, "Is she still in surgery?"

"Yes, I’ve heard a skilled surgeon from your country is flying in as we speak." Cynthia forced a smile to reassure Skye Lockwood, "Dante sent a private jet to fetch the doctor, your sister is still under emergency care, but with gathered medical resources, it should be fine."

"It’s more than just physical injuries..." Skye Lockwood muttered, unable to imagine the pressure Iris endured at that moment, "There’s also Iris’s psychological trauma... we must find the best psychologist to counsel her to prevent any lasting shadows!"

Cynthia was equally surprised, how could a woman be so ruthless to herself?

Feeling a deeper tenderness towards Iris, Cynthia patted Skye Lockwood’s hand, "Once you get better, we’ll go see her together."

The rescue lasted a very long time, and Iris Crawford finally escaped from danger.

She was taken to a special ward for intensive care, her body surrounded by instruments, connected to machines that were running normally.

Seeing Iris lying on the hospital bed, devoid of color, Lachlan Wyatt felt as if his heart had lost all sensation.

In the past, he had always believed that his self-awareness was clear. As a heartless man, even if he continually disappointed Iris, he wouldn’t feel any sadness over it.

But when he watched Iris crash into the blade, only then did he realize he had overestimated himself and underestimated Iris’s impact on him.

So much so that now, with Iris lying on the hospital bed, pale-faced, Lachlan Wyatt, who was at her bedside, was also pale-faced, the man’s fists clenched, he looked towards Peach standing not far away, "Is she out of danger now?"

"Mm, it was close, if she’d been brought in any later she might have..." Peach dared not imagine the consequences and stopped speaking.

Lachlan took a deep breath, "How about my brother?"

"I reckon he’s participating in the crackdown on the criminal syndicate." Peach shook her phone in the air, "He asked me to report to him after the surgery, I just finished speaking with him."

Everything seemed to have Dante by the side. He’s the First Prince, Iris’s strongest support.

Her... fiancé, whose formalities were not yet completed.

Lachlan’s eyes were obscure, "Stay here a while, let me know if something happens."

Saying so, he stood up.

Peach curiously asked, "What’s wrong? Aren’t you waiting for Iris to wake up?"

He had stayed still at the door for hours during the surgery, why was it now, when Iris’s anesthesia would soon wear off, that he couldn’t bear to wait anymore?

"It’s nothing, I need a place to be quiet, matters come to an end, I want to be alone for a while."

Peach wanted to ask about Iris, but dared not, because Lachlan had already turned his back.

Silence followed, Peach watched him walk to the door, finally saying, "Alright, come back soon. I think Iris would still want to see you when she opens her eyes."

Lachlan paused in his steps, but still walked out without looking back.

******

So when Iris Crawford woke up, she found the familiar face of a little girl sitting beside her.

She froze, having slept for so long and waking up, her mind struggling to function. After a moment, she spoke the name, "Marceline Galloway?"

"So you remember me." Marceline Galloway crossed her legs, arms folded across her chest, saying with pride, "Looks like your brain isn’t broken."

A cheeky child.

Iris Crawford smirked, "Why are you here?"

"Hmph."

Marceline Galloway replied rather discontentedly, "You know The Galloway Family is a notable family abroad, right? I’m on very good terms with the Royal Family!"

No wonder Marceline Galloway seemed to have known Lachlan Wyatt for a long time before, and Lachlan Wyatt was particularly annoyed by her. It turns out there was this kind of relationship between them.

Iris Crawford propped herself up and sat up from the bed, "Are you here because you’re concerned about me?"

A suspicious blush appeared on Marceline Galloway’s face. The Galloway Family is formidable and closely connected with The Royal of The Kingdom of L. Marceline Galloway also has a sister who married into The Royal Family, so it’s not an exaggeration to say she’s "royal kin." Naturally, she heard about it from The Royal Family members.

Upon hearing that Iris Crawford was in trouble, Marceline Galloway rushed over, but being meticulous and clever, she didn’t inform anyone else.

"I’m here on behalf of Lachlan Wyatt, hmph."

Not wanting to be exposed, Marceline Galloway straightforwardly used another excuse, "Your office companions are catching up on sleep, Lachlan Wyatt also has things to attend to, so he asked me to come as a substitute companion. It wasn’t me who took the initiative to come see you!"

Hearing this, Iris Crawford’s eyes darkened a bit, but she quickly recovered and said to Marceline Galloway, "Really? I thought you were concerned about me. Ah, I’m saddened."

After saying this, she deliberately made a sad face, which made Marceline Galloway anxious, "Oh! I just have a little bit of concern for you! Anyway, don’t be sentimental; I was just passing by to check on you!"

Iris Crawford immediately beamed with a smile. Though weak, she was still beautiful when she smiled, leaving Marceline Galloway stunned.

Taking advantage of her daze, Iris Crawford reached over and pinched Marceline Galloway’s cheek, "At first, you seemed noisy and annoying, but who knew you’d become more pleasing and cute the more I looked."

Marceline Galloway covered her face and almost jumped up from the ground, "Iris Crawford, what are you doing! I’m telling you, I don’t like women! Don’t touch me!!!"

"Then why are you blushing?"

"Mind your business about my blushing! I’m not blushing!"

"Looks quite lively here."

A familiar voice of The First Prince came from outside the door. Iris Crawford looked up and saw Dante standing at the door, wearing casual clothes instead of the usual uniform, adding a touch of Lachlan Wyatt’s laziness.

Iris Crawford adjusted her hair, "You’re done with your work?"

"Yeah."

Dante walked over and sat by Iris Crawford’s bedside, "When did you wake up?"

"Just now."

Listening to her speak in a sickly tone now, which lacked the prickliness of the past and sounded particularly soothing, Dante unexpectedly reached out and touched Iris Crawford’s face, startling Marceline Galloway.

Though she likes Lachlan Wyatt, she isn’t witless. Seeing Dante make a move, Miss Galloway fearlessly stood in front, "You, you, you! What are you doing! She’s your brother’s woman!"

Dante wanted to laugh; he knew Marceline Galloway, naturally wouldn’t get angry with her, but...

"She is my fiancée. We have an engagement contract. When did she become my brother’s woman?"

At this statement, Marceline Galloway was stunned.

The engagement contract... When did that happen? She was in the country back then; she didn’t know The Kingdom of L had such news...

Marceline Galloway hurriedly looked at Iris Crawford, grabbing the bedsheet tightly, "Iris Crawford, is this true?"

Iris Crawford’s eyelashes trembled, then she spoke after a while, "It’s true."

"Why would this happen!"

Marceline Galloway didn’t know who she was anxious for, "And what about Lachlan Wyatt! Aren’t you going to choose Lachlan Wyatt?"

Choosing Lachlan Wyatt?

Pain stabbed Iris Crawford’s heart more than the wound on her neck. She laughed with tears in her eyes, "It’s not that I don’t choose him; it’s that he doesn’t choose me."

Marceline Galloway froze in place.

Originally thought... that this woman, Iris Crawford, had a bad temper, but very genuine. Just like Lachlan Wyatt in her eyes, and she thought Iris Crawford and Lachlan Wyatt could be together...

But Dante’s appearance shattered it all.

"How could he not choose you?"

"Just doesn’t." Iris Crawford rubbed her eyes, took a deep breath, "Alright, don’t worry anymore; someone does want me. See, I’m going to marry a Prince, isn’t it?"

If you were sincere, how could you make that face?

Marceline Galloway swallowed hard, "Then what about you and Lachlan Wyatt..."

"Ending all relations."

The moment the four words sounded and fell, a sharp pain shot through the heart like an electric current.

Already planning to get engaged, yet still entangled with another man, what kind of message does that send?

Hearing this, Marceline Galloway forgot she had once targeted Iris Crawford for Lachlan Wyatt; she immediately stood up, "There must be unsaid words between you both, you’re both stubborn; that’s definitely it! I’ll go find Lachlan Wyatt now and clarify!"

Leaving these words, Marceline Galloway dashed out, and Iris Crawford couldn’t stop her, but once she reached the door, she froze.

Another tall figure stood still at the door, seemingly listening to their conversation for a long time.

It was Lachlan Wyatt.

Claiming he was leaving, did he hardly ever leave?

At this moment, looking up, Marceline Galloway noticed Lachlan Wyatt’s eyes filled with unreleased fury, jealousy, extremism, and... pain.