CHAPTER 95: CHAPTER 95: IVY SUMMERS IS DEAD! DAMIEN LANCASTER HAS GONE MAD!

"Boom!"

The doctor’s words were like a heavy punch smashing into Damien Lancaster’s heart, shattering everything in an instant.

A long silence followed.

The man stood in the empty corridor, as if the entire world had gone dark.

He didn’t speak, with no expression of pain on his face, yet his eyes reddened, and he doubted what he had heard.

It must be a mistake.

How could Ivy Summers be dead? How could she die?

Clearly, she was lively and cunningly battling wits with him during the day, and now they were telling him she was dead?

She must be joking with him.

Damien Lancaster pushed past the doctor, trying to rush into the operating room.

The doctor hastily stopped him, "Sir, this is the operating room, you can’t go in, please calm down."

"Get out of the way." Damien’s eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed the doctor’s white coat, "You said she was dead, I don’t believe it."

"Sir, please calm down; she really is dead."

"Get out of the way!" At this moment, Damien was like a raging beast, roaring as he pushed the doctor aside.

The doctor was no match for Damien and was easily pushed aside. Damien forcibly stormed into the emergency room, with all the doctors around rushing to stop him.

"Sir, this is the emergency room, please leave."

"Sir, you can’t come in..."

Damien pushed everyone aside, relentlessly marching forward.

Even if he knew the doctor wouldn’t joke about such a thing, and even knowing that Ivy Summers might really be dead, he still refused to give up on seeing her.

Tears fell without any warning, and every step Damien took inside was filled with despair.

He had killed Ivy Summers.

It was he who killed Ivy Summers.

Ivy Summers...

I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have stopped you, I should have let you go.

Come back to life, if you come back to life, I’ll let you go, okay?

I’m sorry... I’m sorry...

In endless remorse, Damien walked to the innermost part of the emergency room and saw a white cloth on the operating table.

He abruptly lifted the white cloth, but there was no one underneath.

Damien’s body froze.

Where’s Ivy Summers?

Pausing for a long time, he turned to look at the group of doctors, their eyes evasive, not daring to meet his gaze. Through their masks, he seemed to see their guilty expressions.

The tears on Damien’s face stopped, his gaze fixed on them, eyes cold and terrifying, he asked sinisterly, "Where’s Ivy Summers?"

No one dared to answer him.

Damien squinted his eyes, watching this scene, suddenly realizing something, a boundless chill spreading, filling the entire emergency room, making the already cold room devoid of any warmth.

It was now eleven o’clock at night, and a possibility exploded in his mind.

Ivy Summers had escaped.

"She left, didn’t she?"

As he asked this question, the doctors and nurses around him cautiously glanced at his expression, then fearfully lowered their heads.

The doctor wanted to step forward to explain, but was pushed aside by him.

Damien strode out, his eyes icy cold, his expression so grim it seemed he might kill someone.

Ivy Summers.

Good.

Nicely done.

Faking death to deceive him.

In reality, she ran away.

That damnable woman.

How dare she?

She conspired with the hospital doctors to deceive him, how dare she?

Suppressing immense anger, Damien left the hospital, got directly into the car, and shot off like an arrow.

Damien called Julian Jacobs.

Julian hadn’t even had a chance to speak before Damien’s voice, filled with suppressed anger, startled him: "Ivy Summers ran away, chase her down at all costs, find her and bring her back."

Julian stammered out a "yes" and hung up.

Damien tightly gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white from the force, the anger of being deceived reaching its zenith.

Damien hated being deceived the most.

And tonight, Ivy Summers had taken advantage of her life and death, conspiring with the doctors to thoroughly fool him.

This behavior was undoubtedly stomping repeatedly on his bottom line.

Thinking of how he had patiently waited at the emergency room for four hours, shedding tears for her, repenting for her.

He found it incredibly laughable, his mouth twisting into a sinister cold smile.

In a fit of rage, Damien accelerated once again.

At this moment, Ivy Summers was already waiting for a flight in the airport VIP lounge.

Since Damien was playing dirty, she could, too.

It was almost midnight.

As long as she left Aethelgard today, she would win!