CHAPTER 806: CHAPTER 806: THE BLACK-HEARTED COUPLE

In the hospital room, Eleanor Sterling sat by the bedside, eyeing Ronan Keating, and said carelessly, "Such a golden opportunity, yet you didn’t manage to soften Yvette Ray’s heart. What a waste!"

"..."

Ronan Keating felt so frustrated by Eleanor’s ridicule that he almost coughed up blood.

The sympathy ploy didn’t work on Yvette either, leaving him helpless.

Eleanor’s gaze swept over Ronan’s body; his injuries weren’t too serious, just requiring a few days of bed rest.

"Eleanor, help me," Ronan said.

Eleanor scoffed, "How else do you want me to help? Shall I just drag Yvette here for you?"

Alaric Faulkner stood behind Eleanor, glanced at Ronan, and suggested, "I think Miss Ray didn’t soften up because you’re not hurt enough. Why not try breaking a few more ribs?"

Eleanor surprisingly agreed with Alaric and nodded enthusiastically, "I think that might work, or perhaps break a leg, then you’ll be bedridden, needing others to care for every meal and bathroom break."

These two heartless partners!

Ronan couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

Seeing Ronan’s face turn a shade darker in anger, Eleanor laughed, "Alright, we’re just joking. You don’t really need to break your ribs, but you could pretend to be more seriously injured."

"I’ve known Yvette for many years; she’s not a heartless person. Maybe it’s because she still has feelings for you that she behaves this way."

Ronan’s face lit up with joy at Eleanor’s words, "Are you serious?"

Eleanor huffed, "Why so happy? I just said maybe. Whether you can win her back is up to you."

Ronan acted as if he had an epiphany and looked at Eleanor, "Eleanor, I’m your brother. Can you really watch me end up alone forever?"

Eleanor shrugged, "Who told you to have your head up your ass before? You deserved it."

"..."

Ronan was at a loss for words. He was already trying everything he could to make amends after realizing his mistakes.

Eleanor sighed and said, "But I can give you a hand. The rest is up to your own efforts."

"Eleanor, thank you, you’re the best."

Hearing Ronan’s gratitude, Eleanor couldn’t help but get goosebumps.

Half an hour later, Yvette Ray hurried over, looking anxious.

Upon seeing Eleanor, Yvette asked, "Eleanor, why has his condition suddenly become critical?"

Eleanor lied to Yvette, saying Ronan’s condition had worsened and became dangerous, causing Yvette to rush over immediately.

"After all, being hit by a car, if not properly treated, he could end up like his mother, a living vegetative state, bedridden for life." Eleanor said with a meaningful expression.

Thinking of Ronan’s mother, Yvette’s face instantly turned pale.

Back then, Mrs. Keating also became a bedridden vegetative state after being hit by a car.

If Ronan were to end up the same... Yvette bit her lip lightly, her face showing a complicated expression.

Eleanor continued to press on, "That’s why he needs proper care, or the consequences could be dire."

Yvette looked up at Eleanor and said, "Eleanor, you’re not good at lying. He’s your brother, so you’re helping him. He must be fine, right?"

Eleanor struggled to suppress her inner panic as she almost got exposed by Yvette.

"I’m just telling you the facts. If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do. After all, we’re just step-siblings; whether he ends up paralyzed has nothing to do with me."

Eleanor’s justification was so matter-of-fact that Yvette let go of her doubts.

"I’m heading back now. If you really don’t want to care about him, just let him fend for himself."