Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 890 - 336: If Only There Were Years to Look Back (Part 5)_4

Chapter 890: Chapter 336: If Only There Were Years to Look Back (Part 5)_4

Lin Chu replied flatly, "No, there’s an emergency, it’s a matter of life and death."

Her voice was hoarse, her body bent at a ninety-degree angle, with her palms clamped between her cheek and thigh.

She looked extremely uncomfortable, so the driver didn’t ask more, stepping on the gas to head for the hospital.

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When Ji Wanxia returned to the hospital exhausted, she saw Lin Chu standing under the streetlamp from afar.

She walked over and asked, "Why are you at the hospital so late?"

Lin Chu was familiar with her voice, without much reaction, still bowed her head and spoke in a low voice, "Lu Huaian’s mother fell down the stairs, lost a lot of blood, and was sent to the emergency room."

When she left the Lu Family’s house, the blood had not yet coagulated.

The scene was a sea of red, and the air was filled with a metallic scent.

"Really? Is it serious?"

Lin Chu mechanically shook her head, "I don’t know."

Ji Wanxia took Lin Chu’s icy hands, "You won’t know just standing here. I’ll accompany you to find out in the emergency room."

Changing her position, she noticed the red marks left on Lin Chu’s left cheek, her delicate brows furrowing, "What’s wrong with your cheek?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Lin Chu stood there without moving, raising her head and looking at Ji Wanxia with a dazed expression.

Instead of answering the question, she said, "Wanwan, have I lied many, many times before?"

Therefore, Lu Zongjun didn’t even give her a chance to explain and directly found her guilty.

Ji Wanxia was stunned, seemingly taken aback by the sudden question.

Honestly, she once resented Lin Chu for lying to her that the Ji Family was fine and her grandfather was fine.

Ji Wanxia held Lin Chu’s hand, telling her word by word, "But I still believe in you. As long as you speak, I’ll believe."

Lin Chu found some solace in this.

Ji Wanxia was just her friend, yet she could trust her, and Lu Huaian was her husband, so he should too.

Earlier, he must have just been too worried about Mrs. Lu and that’s why he looked at her that way.

Medicine is very advanced now, and the doctors will surely be able to treat Mrs. Lu.

Lin Chu’s pale face managed a faint smile, "You should stay with your grandfather. I can go by myself."

"You don’t want me to go with you?"

"No, it’s just a few steps away. I won’t get lost."

...

In the corridor outside the emergency room.

Lu Huaian stood by the window, giving off a cold and indifferent aura, with the trash can beside him filled with countless cigarette butts.

Lu Zhengmao sat on the bench closest to the emergency room, his expression grave, but his trembling fingers revealed his worry.

Apart from Lu Huaian’s assistant Lun Jun and the Lu Family’s butler, the rest were senior hospital staff.

There were six people in total, but... it was extremely quiet.

Lin Chu sat at the farthest end from the emergency room, her head bowed, her delicate features pale, her hands and feet growing colder.

Shen Weiyi had been sent back to the ward an hour ago; her injuries were minor, only superficial, and her fainting was due to being frightened.

As for Song Jingyuan, who suffered a severe head collision, she was still in the operating room.

The corridor was eerily quiet, where Lin Chu could almost hear her own breathing.

...

At four in the morning.

The light at the entrance of the emergency room went out.

Lu Zhengmao, who had sat for too long, got up and nearly stumbled. Supported by the butler, he strode over.

The soldier’s composure was torn apart, leaving only bloodshot eyes and anxiety, "How is she? Is my wife okay?"

While asking, he tightly grasped the doctor’s arm.

The doctor removed his mask and shook his head regretfully, "I’m sorry, we did our best."

What that meant, everyone understood.

"The patient’s injuries were too severe, and on top of that, her health has been poor. The surgery from over ten years ago almost cost her half her life. I’m truly sorry, I really am."

Lu Zhengmao’s mind went blank.

The wife he lived to protect, who was still making him tea and cutting fruit in the afternoon...

Trembling, he walked into the ICU, sorrowfully calling her name, "Jingyuan..."

The tears of a hardened middle-aged man were enough to stir the hearts of doctors accustomed to death.

Unwilling to look longer, they averted their eyes.

Lu Huaian stood at the same spot from beginning to end, his back to everyone, and though his expression was unreadable, the icy chill emanating from him kept others from approaching.

The hospital dean stopped three steps away from him, sighing and offering comfort, "Mr. Lu, please accept my condolences."

...

When the door to the operating room opened, Lin Chu rose from her seat.

He still looked the same, a distant, blurry silhouette.

It was only when she saw a doctor heading in her direction that Lin Chu stopped him and asked, "What’s the situation?"

The exhausted doctor shook his head, "Prepare for the aftermath."

The aftermath...

It was as if a bolt of lightning struck Lin Chu, her mind went blank, all her nerves frozen.

She pulled the doctor towards the operating room, muttering to herself, "No, that’s impossible, it must be a misdiagnosis. Doctor, please go back in and check again."

The doctor, utterly fatigued, gently pushed away Lin Chu’s grip on his arm, speaking soothingly, "Mrs. Lu, the deceased has passed, please try to recover."

The disorderly footsteps faded, and the corridor returned to silence.

The operating room’s door was closed; Lin Chu watched as Lu Huaian went in and then came out, while Lu Zhengmao stayed inside.

As Lu Huaian walked past her with indifference, she grabbed the hem of his suit jacket.

Her pale lips moved, "I didn’t."

On that day, the day she was ’caught in bed’ with nothing, she only said those three words to Lu Huaian.

At that time, he said he knew.

He believed her.

But now, her swollen cheek, the prominent slap mark, her reddened, moist eyes—Lu Huaian seemed blind to all this, his deep dark eyes cold as ice.

Indifferently, he asked, "Didn’t what?"

Lin Chu wanted to say she hadn’t pushed anyone; she wanted to say Song Jingyuan’s death wasn’t her doing, to say she was also very sad, just like him...

But under such an icy gaze, she couldn’t utter a word.

Lin Chu stared at him unblinkingly, her fingers grasping the black fabric with all her strength, "Do you also think it’s me?"

Lu Huaian’s cold, dark eyes showed no sign of emotion, but his calm voice sent a chill down one’s spine, "Then tell me, what evidence can prove... it’s not you."

Lin Chucheng’s clear eyes gradually blurred.

There’s no way there could have been surveillance cameras in a private home.

There were no servants in the living room at the time, so no one witnessed the whole process.

The Lu Family’s old residence had excellent soundproofing for every room. Song Jingyuan was naturally gentle, even in anxious moments, and Shen Weiyi wasn’t the type to scream loudly.

Except, of course, for her own exclamation just before she fell down the stairs.

So, there was no evidence.