CHAPTER 17: CHAPTER 17: ANXIOUS—LET ME SEE HER NOW!

Bianca Lynch saw that she couldn’t stop them, and she couldn’t get around it, so she just asked directly.

She said, "Did you have someone hit Serena?"

"What do you mean?"

Julian Lawson’s eyes narrowed slightly: "Wasn’t it you who asked me to come?"

Seemingly thinking of something, Julian’s voice was filled with coldness: "How is she really doing?"

"Julian Lawson." Bianca, too, became angry and pulled him to the side, "Someone deliberately drove a car..."

But before she could finish—

"Brother Julian!" Vera Hansen had already caught up.

The blood on Vera’s face had been wiped clean; she couldn’t let Bianca, a doctor, see her fake blood packs.

At this moment, her face was only filled with urgency: "How is Serena Sterling?"

Bianca’s anger rose as soon as she saw Vera.

"Julian Lawson, you came to see Serena and brought her along?" Bianca pointed angrily at Vera beside them, "Do you want to infuriate Serena to death!"

After speaking, Bianca didn’t want them to wait outside the ward and directly pulled them toward the safety exit.

Vera seemed startled, shrinking behind Julian and softly said, "Dr. Lynch, it’s not what you think. I was just in the car when you called Brother Julian."

"It was hard to find a parking spot, and Brother Julian was worried about Serena, so we came together."

Bianca thought this was complete nonsense!

Knowing full well that Serena hated this homewrecker, Vera, yet still bringing her along, acting as if coming to the hospital required flaunting!

Couldn’t they wait in the car?

Or take a stroll nearby?

It’s ridiculous.

Thinking about it, Bianca was so angry that she laughed.

"Oh right, I almost forgot, you both appeared together at the Lawson Tower tonight, and then left intimately in one car."

Bianca retorted sarcastically, "I saw it trending online."

"You!"

Vera’s eyes reddened with grievance.

At the entrance to the safety corridor, Julian pulled Vera behind him, protecting her.

Bianca looked even more annoyed.

Showing off everywhere online and even doing so at the hospital.

Are they worried about Serena or showing off to Serena?

"If you want to act lovey-dovey, then get out, I won’t indulge this behavior!"

Vera said nothing and looked down, playing the victim.

Julian frowned, "Don’t target her. What did you mean earlier?"

"Someone deliberately hit Serena with a car; I suspect it was you who ordered it." Bianca didn’t hold back and spoke directly, "I suspect you want to marry Vera and shake Serena off as a stumbling block!"

Before Julian could respond, Vera stood up.

"Dr. Lynch, isn’t what you’re saying somewhat insulting?"

Vera righteously retorted, "There are many possibilities for Serena’s car accident. How can you instantly blame Brother Julian?"

Looking indignant, Vera quickly continued, "You called Brother Julian to come, and now we’re here, and it’s been quite a while, but you won’t let us see how Serena is. What do you mean, Dr. Lynch?"

"Are you saying Serena is fine, and you’re just afraid to let us see her?"

These words deeply angered Bianca.

Recalling how miserable Serena looked when she was brought in.

And the lingering fear after understanding the whole situation.

Serena had a rare blood type, even without being pregnant, an accident was dangerous.

Not to mention, she was carrying his, Julian Lawson’s, child!

And this Vera, who allowed her to defame Serena here?

Bianca furiously rebuked, "Vera, are you hopping around so anxiously because you were the one who hit her and are eager to pass the blame!"

"You!"

A flicker of panic crossed Vera’s eyes, but she quickly covered it up, turning into grievance.

Standing in front of Vera, Julian said coldly, "Since 8:45 PM, when Vera left Vivian’s Floral Studio, she’s been followed by paparazzi, her movements all exposed online. We’ve been together the whole time."

Bianca gritted her teeth: "She could have had someone else do it."

Julian’s brow furrowed tightly, eyes filled with fierce anger: "Bianca Lynch, don’t push it!"

...

Inside the ward.

Serena struggled in the endless darkness.

The darkness drew her into its depths like a swamp, swallowing her.

She always felt she had forgotten something.

Wanting to hold onto something.

Fear, dread.

She wanted to get up, but her limbs couldn’t move.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally saw a light.

Then, using all her strength, she crawled toward that light.

At the moment she touched the light, she saw a happy family of three in a small villa.

A pure white wool carpet, a black grand piano.

A little girl sat on the bench, her fingers pressing down on the piano keys, producing a staccato, unfamiliar tune.

"Für Elise"

The wind swept through, lifting the sheer white curtains behind the old-fashioned window frames.

The yellowish sunlight spilled into the Western-European rustic decorated home.

Bright and beautiful.

The little girl played a few more times, but still couldn’t play smoothly, getting a bit frustrated, and banged on the piano keys.

At this moment, a gentle and handsome man walked up to the little girl.

His voice was gentle, seemingly passing through time, "Serena, you need to be patient."

The little girl pouted, her big eyes like black grapes filled with grievance.

With her puckered lips, she mumbled, "Daddy, I’ve been learning for more than a week, and I still can’t play well; it’s so hard for me."

The man smiled, stroked the girl’s head, and sat down on the bench, playing a section in front of her.

It was "Für Elise."

While playing, he looked at the girl and said, "Look, Daddy learned it, so Serena, my daughter, you can do it too."

The girl’s eyes were bright with admiration.

"Wow! Daddy, when did you learn this!"

The man chuckled softly, holding the girl’s hand, guiding her fingers to press the keys, transitioning from unfamiliar to fluid, the music flowing from their fingertips.

"Dad learned recently," the man encouraged, "because Serena is learning piano, so Dad learned too."

The girl played seriously, sincerely praising, "Daddy, you’re amazing!"

"The amazing one is Serena." The man slowly released the girl’s hand, watching her playing unconsciously.

"All Serena needs to do is believe in herself."

The man completely let go of her hand.

"You are my only daughter, everything of mine belongs to you. From the moment you were born, it was destined that the future head of the Sheridan Family is you."

"Daddy, can I really do it?" the girl asked, bewildered.

"You can." The man chuckled.

The gentle music flowed like a warm breeze, and in the man’s eyes was all the appreciation and affection for the girl.

He said, "See, aren’t you doing it now?"