By admin The moment Mrs. and Mr. Blackwood left, Willow rushed to Damien’s bedside.
She had thought his waking meant a turning point, but in the blink of an eye, he had fallen
completely unconscious again.
The attending doctors busied themselves adjusting the equipment, their voices full of
helplessness.
“Young Master Blackwood’s condition is very dangerous. The toxins have entered his nervous system. It’s… it’s better to prepare for the worst.”
“You shut up!”
Willow shrieked, turning to kneel before the bed.
“Damien won’t be okay! He promised to marry me, he won’t abandon me!”
I stood behind Willow, watching her coldly.
The person who had once ruined me was now, in a way, reaping what she sowed.
She was already delirious, just one last push away from complete collapse.
I slowly stepped forward, gazing down at her distraught and pathetic state, letting out a soft scoff.
“Willow, when you killed Snowball, did you ever imagine retribution would come so swiftly?”
She snapped her head around, her eyes filled with venom and humiliation.
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She gritted her teeth.
“Damien will always be mine! He won’t be okay! I’m the future Mrs. Blackwood! No one can take that from me!”
I laughed, a cynical sound.
“Really? If Damien Blackwood is truly beyond saving, what will be the fate of his fake fiancée?”
“Do you really think his parents will let you off?”
Willow practically collapsed into the chair.
“Stella Stewart, just you wait! Damien will definitely marry me!”
“Once I’m Mrs. Blackwood, you’ll always be beneath my heel, forced to bow your head like a dog!”
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
“Alright, I’ll be waiting for the day you become Mrs. Blackwood. Don’t disappoint me.”
I turned and left, ignoring Willow’s insults.
As I walked out of the hospital room, a gentle male voice reached my ears.
“Are you alright?”
Julian Vance had been waiting outside. He had seen everything.
He never questioned why I wanted to destroy Damien and Willow.
He simply stood by me, silently, always ready to hand me a blade when I needed one most.
“Should I take care of her?”
I shook my head.
“Dying would be too easy for her.”
As the wedding day approached, there was no news of Damien Blackwood waking up.
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People said Damien Blackwood’s luck had run out, and Willow, his “Mrs. Blackwood, became a
laughingstock.
Willow was driven to desperation, even spending money to hire some charlatan mystic, loudly performing “exorcisms!”
The demons weren’t banished, but the Blackwood family’s reputation certainly was ruined.
On the wedding day, esteemed guests filled the hall, exchanging genuine congratulations and laughter.
Willow, dressed in her custom wedding gown, was practically kneeling before Damien’s bed.
But no matter how the nurse adjusted Damien, he remained unresponsive, his eyes tightly shut.
Some people in the crowd began to whisper.
“The doctors said his condition is too severe; he can’t be saved. Yet Willow still won’t give up. Is this truly love?”
“Love? I think she just wants a piece of the Blackwood fortune. Why else would she only care about the wedding?”
“I heard Mr. Blackwood actually wanted to cancel the wedding, but she begged and clung on relentlessly, insisting it happen. She even swore she’d cure Young Master Blackwood, but now he’s
worse, not better.”
Mr. Blackwood’s brows were tightly furrowed, his face long and drawn.
Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer and roared, “Willow, Damien still hasn’t shown
The wedding is canceled!”
any
reaction!
“No!”
Willow screamed in despair, biting her lower lip to hold back tears.
“Please give me more time! Damien will wake up!”
Mr. Blackwood’s gaze was cold, his tone utterly unquestionable.
“If
you continue to make a scene, you’ll completely ruin the Blackwood family’s reputation. I’ve given
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you enough face by letting you make a fuss until now!”
“Get her out of here! From today on, you have no connection to the Blackwood family!”