CHAPTER 98: CHAPTER 98: IVY SUMMERS VOMITS BLOOD FROM DAMIEN LANCASTER’S RAGE

Damien Lancaster looked up at Ivy Summers, "I made some mistakes before, and I will make it up to you, but leaving, no way. And you lost, according to the promise, you have to stay and continue to be my wife."

"You’re cheating, I clearly..."

"I said you could use any method, and so can I, Ivy Summers, I’ve said it ten thousand times, you lost."

Ivy Summers clenched her hands tightly, "So?"

"This game is over, you have no chance to leave again."

Ivy Summers gritted her teeth, looking at Damien Lancaster.

So after all her efforts, she still lost.

The chance of Sophie being discovered was high, she lost, and Sophie was in danger.

Sophie would be taken back to the Lancaster Family.

She and Sophie would be separated as mother and daughter.

Thinking of this, a rush of blood surged up, Ivy Summers’ face turned extremely pale, and the next second, a mouthful of blood spurted from her mouth, her body powerless as she fell forward.

Damien Lancaster felt a weight on his shoulder, he extended his arms, and the woman fell into his embrace...

She then coughed, a mouthful of metallic blood.

"Ivy Summers?"

Damien Lancaster’s eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the woman who suddenly collapsed into his arms.

Ivy Summers! Did he make her vomit blood from anger?

"Ivy Summers!"

Pain...

So painful...

Heartache, body pain...

Ivy Summers’ face twisted in agony.

Damien Lancaster looked down to see her face as pale as paper, he held her, "Ivy Summers?"

Moving quicker than his mind could react, Damien Lancaster scooped Ivy Summers up and quickly exited the plane.

"Ivy Summers, don’t sleep..."

Ivy Summers weakly leaned against Damien Lancaster’s chest, barely opened her eyes, using the last bit of consciousness she had to look at him.

She saw Damien Lancaster’s handsome face full of anxiety.

Ivy Summers pulled her lips stained with blood into a bitter smile.

He was worried about her?

Why would he worry about her?

"Damien Lancaster... you didn’t cherish me five years ago, why do you want to keep me now... I just want to live a calm and peaceful life... why... why do you have to take even that away?"

"Shut up, stop talking." Damien Lancaster endured his own pain, carrying Ivy Summers as he ran outside.

"Let me go... I really don’t want to stay by your side... Five years ago, I was disappointed in you, utterly disappointed..." Tears streamed down Ivy Summers’ face.

As she spoke, Ivy Summers coughed lightly again, in fact, she was seriously injured, her body in great pain, she had been gritting her teeth to hold on, thinking that leaving Aethelgard would be a victory.

As it turned out, she still lost.

The strain she was holding on collapsed, she could no longer hold on.

Her body trembled violently, the wind howling in her ears, Ivy Summers spoke again, "Damien Lancaster... if heaven gave me a chance to make a wish... my wish would be to have nothing of you from now on..."

Nothing of you from now on... nothing of you from now on...

Ivy Summers’ voice was very light, but Damien Lancaster heard it clearly.

Ivy Summers was willing to risk her life to escape from him, her wish was to have nothing of him from now on, his heart ached fiercely, the pain made him unable to breathe.

She wanted to leave him, but he couldn’t, he couldn’t live without her.

He had been searching for her for five years, these five years he didn’t want to admit it, but he couldn’t deceive himself, he had missed her.

So whether she ran or hated, he would never let her leave again.

Damien Lancaster carried what seemed to be a dying Ivy Summers as he ran out, Julian Jacobs waiting outside saw the two covered in blood, rushed to open the car door allowing Damien Lancaster to place Ivy Summers inside.

"Sir?"

"To the hospital."

Damien Lancaster held Ivy Summers tightly, telling her, "Ivy Summers, I’m taking you to the hospital, hold on..."

...

Hospital.

Damien Lancaster carried Ivy Summers, rushing inside.

Julian Jacobs was stunned, knowing Damien Lancaster himself was covered in injuries, the movement pulling his wounds each time causing severe pain, yet he seemed to feel nothing, running faster than an average person.

He called for a doctor along the way, frantic like a madman.

A doctor quickly arrived, after quickly checking Ivy Summers, with a grave expression, asked the nurse to bring over a mobile bed, Ivy Summers was immediately sent into the emergency room.

Damien Lancaster was blocked outside the emergency room, the door closed heavily, for the second time tonight standing in front of this door, the anxiety and fear almost drove him insane.

At this moment, his mind was filled with just Ivy Summers, Ivy Summers, Ivy Summers...

Please don’t let anything happen, please nothing happen!

When Julian Jacobs caught up, he saw the man standing in front of the emergency room, looking like a lost child, his face full of anxiety, fear, and helplessness.

This was the first time he had seen such an expression on Damien Lancaster’s face in all the years he followed him.

It was said that Damien Lancaster loved Rachel Shaw deeply, but the last time Rachel Shaw fell from the Ferris wheel, crying pitifully lying there, Damien Lancaster’s eyes showed more shock and anger knowing it was Ivy Summers who pushed her.

There was not the slightest look of urgency, worry, or anxiety facing a lover’s injury.

In fact, even Damien Lancaster himself hadn’t realized, the person he truly cared about was Ivy Summers.

Julian Jacobs stood behind for a while, seeing Damien Lancaster still injured, he approached to persuade, "Sir, you’re hurt too, maybe you should get your wounds tended to, I can stay here..."

"I’m fine."

This time he would never leave again.

Just then the emergency room door opened, the doctor came out, Damien Lancaster knew he needed to sign the surgery consent form, he immediately took the paper and pen, not willing to waste a second.

But when he saw the clear words "critical condition notice" on the paper, his scarlet eyes shrank hard, his hand froze there, forgetting to sign.

The doctor’s mouth opened and closed, saying a lot, he understood, the gist was that Ivy Summers was seriously injured, came in late, she was in life-threatening danger.

Finally, the doctor reminded him, "Sir, please sign quickly."

Damien Lancaster’s hand trembled violently, although it was three words he often wrote, at this moment he forgot how to write them.

"Sir, the madam is waiting for your signature for surgery."

Seeing Damien Lancaster hesitate, Julian Jacobs anxiously reminded from the side.

Damien Lancaster took a deep breath, suppressing the pain in his heart, quickly signed his name.

These three simple letters for him seemed to consume all his strength.

He looked at the doctor, asking, "She will be okay, right?"

"We will do our best."

The doctor finished speaking and went back into the emergency room.

When the emergency room door closed again, Damien Lancaster pressed his hand to his chest, his tall body swayed, leaning forward, lifting his hand to support himself on the chair’s armrest, barely holding his body up.

Julian Jacobs hurriedly supported Damien Lancaster, "Sir..."

"Have you found the driver responsible?" he asked in a hoarse, somber voice.

The driver had hit Ivy Summers and fled.

At the time, he was in a rush to get Ivy Summers to the hospital, so naturally, he hadn’t had time to deal with the driver.

But the airport had surveillance, that person couldn’t escape.