CHAPTER 146: CHAPTER 146: DEATH COUNTDOWN: SLAP HIM TWICE, THEN TELL HIM HE HAS SONS

"Ivy, what should we do next?"

Ella Morgan was still worried that Damien Lancaster might die. Given the situation with the Lancaster Family, they wouldn’t let Ivy Summers off the hook.

Moreover, with Rachel Shaw backed by the Lancaster Family, she became even more arrogant.

"We’ll take it one step at a time."

"Ivy, I don’t want Damien Lancaster to die now, not for anything else. If he’s alive, you’ll be safe. If he dies, you’ll be in great danger."

"I’m in danger whether he’s alive or not. Did you see Rachel Shaw’s eyes? Her eyes told me she won’t let me go!"

Ella Morgan gritted her teeth, "That maniac lives her life like a palace drama every day, afraid that someone would steal the emperor from her. She even... she even killed Sophie..."

Ivy Summers clenched her fist, a chill emanating from her gaze.

...

In the following days, Damien Lancaster’s condition wasn’t good.

He went into the emergency room three more times, and several critical condition notices were issued. The doctor said Damien Lancaster had a very low will to survive. If someone he cared about could visit him in the intensive care unit every day to talk to him, it might help.

The doctor also mentioned that during the days Damien was in a coma, he had vaguely called out Ivy Summers’ name.

So Zachary Lancaster came to find Ivy Summers.

"Sister-in-law, my brother is dying!"

"Are you telling me so I can celebrate?"

Zachary Lancaster frowned, "No matter how much you hate him, you should know, if my brother dies, the Lancaster Family won’t let you go. If he’s alive, he might still protect you when he wakes up. Just for your own sake, go see him, talk to him. He’s losing his will to live."

Ivy Summers pressed her lips together, staying silent.

"Ivy Summers! Did you hear me?"

Zachary Lancaster slammed his fist on the table in front of Ivy Summers. "If you don’t speak, do you believe I’ll drag you there?"

"Even if you drag me there, I won’t talk to him."

"You! So stubborn and unyielding!"

Zachary Lancaster, temper flaring, stormed out, slamming the door. But he saw Old Master Lancaster standing outside.

"Grandpa?"

"I’ll try to persuade her."

Old Master Lancaster walked in, but Zachary Lancaster stopped him, "Grandpa, don’t waste your breath. She has no heart; it’s useless."

Old Master Lancaster pushed Zachary’s hand away and still walked inside.

"Ivy."

Seeing Old Master Lancaster, Ivy Summers’ eyes flickered slightly, "Grandpa."

"Ivy, I know you’re heartbroken. I know Damien has wronged you, so Grandpa doesn’t blame you. But... can Grandpa beg you, for his sake, go see him, and talk to him, will you?

Grandpa doesn’t have many days left. I don’t want my last moments to be spent burying a grandson, either. If Damien can get through this, afterwards, you can scold him or hit him as you please, just leave him with a breath. Is that okay?"

Ivy Summers pressed her lips, her expression unyielding.

Old Master Lancaster’s eyes became moist, his aged, frail body appearing to struggle with even walking.

Zachary Lancaster came in, "Grandpa, you see, I said she has no heart. She can’t wait for my brother to die. Don’t waste your breath on her, it’s all in vain."

"Ivy..." Old Master Lancaster looked at Ivy Summers with pleading eyes.

But there was not a hint of wavering on Ivy Summers’ face.

In the end, Old Master Lancaster lowered his head in disappointment, letting out a soft sigh, his voice hoarse and slow, "So be it... so be it, perhaps this is fate, perhaps this is fate..."

Old Master Lancaster, leaning on his cane, supported his aged body as he walked out.

"Ivy Summers, if my brother dies, Grandpa might not hold on either. If both my brother and Grandpa are gone, won’t your heart ache?"

Zachary Lancaster, somewhat agitated, questioned the woman before him who showed no emotional fluctuation.

Ivy Summers lowered her head, her throat tight, a surge of bitterness welling up.

Of course, it would hurt.

She wasn’t made of stone. Of course, it would hurt. No matter how indifferent she pretended to be or how many people she fooled, she couldn’t deceive her own heart.

And the pain was so complex, so complex that even she couldn’t explain why it was this way.

After speaking, Zachary Lancaster walked out.

Ivy Summers lowered her head, looking at her hand, which had been clenched so tightly that it bled, and tears fell. She let out a gentle sigh, "Is he really going to die now."

...

That night, Damien Lancaster’s condition worsened again, and everyone stayed at the entrance of the intensive care unit.

A huge crowd, all dressed in black, creating an atmosphere so heavy it felt like they were already prepared for Damien Lancaster’s funeral.

At this moment, in the uniformity of black, a striking red appeared.

Everyone’s eyes widened in shock, looking at the woman slowly walking over, falling into an instant silence.

Red dress, high heels, with exquisite makeup, as if she’s going to celebrate a joyous event.

She dressed up on purpose.

Seeing her, the Lancaster Family members were all agitated, ready to rush forward like fighting cocks.

Rachel Shaw stopped Ivy Summers, "Ivy Summers! Damien is critically ill, and you wear a red dress to come here? Are you celebrating? How can you be so malicious?"

Ivy Summers lightly raised her clear eyes, "Does it seem familiar? At my mother’s funeral, you came wearing a red dress just like this. So you knew it was inappropriate after all."

"You!"

Ivy Summers pushed Rachel Shaw aside, walking forward with her back straight, ignoring all the furious glares of the Lancaster Family members, and approached the doctor, "Let me in."

The doctor hesitated, "This?"

Old Master Lancaster snapped out of it, a glint of joy flashing in his aged eyes, "Quick, let her in."

"No, she can’t go in! Dad, have you lost your mind? Aren’t you afraid she’ll hurt Damien again?" Seraphina Kennedy strongly opposed.

Ivy Summers had already hurt Damien Lancaster once. She would never give Ivy Summers another chance.

Moreover, Ivy Summers came in a red dress deliberately to anger them, she definitely had ill intentions.

"I said, let her in." Old Master Lancaster lowly reprimanded.

"Grandpa Lancaster." Rachel Shaw spread her arms, "Ivy Summers has bad intentions, she only wants Damien dead, please don’t get confused at a time like this."

Ivy Summers stood there quietly, listening to their arguments.

Seeing that this group was blocking the path to his grandson’s life, Old Master Lancaster’s cane struck heavily on the ground, "With me here, let’s see who dares to stop her."

"Doctor, quickly take her in."

"Alright."

The doctor immediately brought Ivy Summers into the ward.

"Ivy..." Seraphina Kennedy wanted to stop her but was glared back by Old Master Lancaster’s gaze.

"Dad! Ivy Summers is very dangerous now, how can you joke about Damien’s safety, what if she..."

"She won’t." Old Master Lancaster said with utmost certainty.

Inside.

"Miss Summers, Mr. Lancaster now has a very low will to survive. We’ve tried everything, but just us is not enough. You’re someone he cares about; talk to him, spend more time with him, it may be the last resort."

Ivy Summers gave a slight pull at the corners of her lips, "Cares about?"

"Yes, these days in his coma, the only name he called was yours."

Ivy Summers walked in, seeing Damien Lancaster. His condition seemed worse, his face pale as a corpse.

Ivy Summers calmly and quietly walked up to his bedside, looking down at his face, which she loathed.

After a quiet moment, suddenly, she raised her hand.

"Slap" landed on Damien Lancaster’s left cheek.

"Slap!" Another landed on his right cheek.

The slaps were visibly forceful.

The people outside, watching through the observation window, instantly bristled.

Seraphina Kennedy urgently wanted to rush in and fight Ivy Summers to death.

"That bitch indeed wants to hurt Damien. Damien is already like this, and she still won’t let him go, that vicious bitch."

"Stop." Old Master Lancaster scolded, "Who dares to go in, try it."

"Dad! Have you really gone mad?"

Old Master Lancaster deeply gazed at the person inside. Although he didn’t know what Ivy Summers wanted to do, he believed that since she came, she meant to save Damien Lancaster, she wouldn’t be so indiscreet.

"I believe she won’t harm Damien."

"She’s done that, and it’s not called harm?"

Seraphina Kennedy was dumbfounded, wondering if Old Master Lancaster wasn’t suffering from cancer, but senile dementia.

"I believe her, no one is allowed in."

With Old Master Lancaster blocking the way, no one could do anything but widen their eyes, tensely watching inside.

Suddenly, Ivy Summers reached out towards Damien Lancaster again, seemingly trying to pull out his oxygen tube.

Rachel Shaw screamed, "Ivy Summers is pulling the oxygen tube."

Everyone held their breath, staring without daring to blink.

Only to see Ivy Summers just slightly lean forward, saying something directly to Damien Lancaster, but as for what, behind the glass, with the door closed, it was naturally inaudible.

Ivy Summers looked at Damien Lancaster and said softly, "Damien Lancaster, do you know how much I hate you? Hurry up and die...

After you die, I’ll take Nathan and Leo abroad; you didn’t know, did you? You have two sons. You don’t know, and you’ll never deserve to know. Seeing you about to die, I’m so happy I’m about to go mad. In the future, I’ll make your sons call someone else father; angry? I came deliberately to tell you this, you damned bastard."

After speaking, Damien Lancaster’s finger twitched...