His Obsession Began After Losing Her-Chapter 92: His Greed and Their Cruel Fate

The VIP hospital ward exuded an air of luxury and tranquility. Soft, ambient lighting bathed the room in a warm glow, casting gentle shadows across the elegant furnishings.

The scent of fresh linen mingled with a faint, sterile aroma. High-tech medical machines hummed quietly, their screens displaying vital signs with precision. An IV drip stood beside the bed, its rhythmic dripping the only sound breaking the silence.

Noran sat at Shuri's bedside, his hand clasping hers tightly. His eyes never left her face, taking in every detail of her serene, albeit unconscious, expression. If not for the steady beeping of the heart monitor and the warmth of her hand, she could have easily looked like she wasn't alive.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Roy entered.

He took in the scene, his gaze settling on Noran's haggard appearance.

Noran had lost weight; his once vibrant skin was now ghostly pale, and his lips cracked and raw from constant biting.

"Hey, you can't keep going on like this, or you will collapse." Roy sighed before asking, "Have you eaten anything today?"

"Did you find him?" Noran, ignoring Roy's question, asked in a monotone.

Roy ran a hand through his hair helplessly. "That Sigmund bastard is like a phantom. We've expanded our search and even brought in additional authorities, but it's like he doesn't exist. How is that possible?"

After the horrifying incident, Sigmund had disappeared without a trace, and Noran had ordered an all-out search, not just to get back at Sigmund for harming Shuri, but because only he had the antidote to Shuri's poison.

The medical team had tried everything to remove the toxin from her body, but nothing worked. If it wasn't for Noran channeling his divine blessing into Shuri to slow the poison's effect, she would have already died. He didn't know how long his blessing could stave off the poison's destruction.

Thinking of the possibility that Shuri could leave him at any moment, Noran tightened his grip on her hand.

"Everyone is doing their best to find that bastard and get the cure. Ms. Shuri will be fine," Roy said, trying to comfort him.

Noran remained silent, unwilling to engage further.

Roy, sensing he was intruding, quietly left the room.

As Roy stepped out, he was surprised to see Karlene leaning against the wall opposite the ward. She had just finished talking to the doctor in charge of Shuri, getting the latest update on her condition.

A frown marred her face.

"He's still in there?" she asked, sounding a little annoyed.

"Yeah," Roy replied with a sigh. "You know he never once left Ms. Shuri's side. Aren't you going in?"

"No," Karlene said, shaking her head. "I'm afraid I might end up losing my temper when I see that despicable man."

"My Karlene is so considerate," Roy smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

Karlene remained silent, her thoughts consumed by the gravity of the situation, and she chose not to address the intimate way he referred to her.

She owed Roy more than she could express.

When she discovered Shuri's plan to risk everything to save Noran, Karlene was strongly against it.

However, she knew she couldn't change her sister's mind.

Her own susceptibility to Sigmund's influence meant she would only complicate and jeopardize Shuri's rescue plan.

Roy had stepped in and played a crucial role in saving both Shuri and Noran, a debt she could never fully repay.

Moreover, when Karlene found out that Shuri had been poisoned and fallen into a coma, Roy was constantly by her side, providing unwavering support.

Karlene knew she would have been a wreck without his steady presence. She was deeply grateful and profoundly moved by everything Roy had done for her and her sister during this harrowing time.

Later that afternoon, Shuri's parents arrived for their daily visit. Hana carried a container of food, setting it down gently on the table beside Noran.

"Noran, I made some chicken soup today, along with steamed vegetables and brown rice," Hana said softly, her voice filled with maternal concern. "Please have some. You need the strength to look after Riri."

Noran, who had been holding Shuri's hand, looked up at her with weary eyes.

"Thank you," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

He returned his gaze to Shuri's face, his eyes reflecting a mixture of worry and devotion. The beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room, a stark reminder of Shuri's fragile state.

Linus and Hana watched Noran with concern, noting how the ordeal had visibly taken a toll on him. Unlike Karlene, they bore no ill will toward Noran.

Instead, they were grateful for his unwavering commitment and the lengths he had gone to in his quest to save their daughter. They saw in him the same desperation and love they felt for Shuri.

"Mr. Lee," Linus said, breaking the silence with a measured tone, "we won't be visiting Shuri for the next few days. We're heading to Fushin to seek out someone who might help her."

"Fushin?" he echoed, the name stirring old memories. He recalled how Shuri had ventured to Fushin in their past life, seeking a cure. It was also where they had parted ways and where the mysterious Guardian Forest was located.

"Yes," Hana continued, her voice tinged with a mix of hope and nostalgia. "When Lene was very young, many doctors told us she wouldn't live past twelve due to her frail health. But we found a miraculous doctor in Fushin who managed to treat her. We're hoping to find that same doctor again."

Noran listened intently, the weight of their words sinking in. He remembered Shuri's mention of a cure and wondered if this "miracle doctor" was the same person.

"What's the doctor's name?" Noran asked. "I'll have my men look into them."

"The doctor is known as Madam Faye. But she's not a regular physician. Her clinic is elusive; you can only find her if she chooses to reveal herself."

Linus added, "We hope that this time we can find her and get her to help Shuri."

No one said anything more after that.

After spending some quiet time with Shuri, Linus and Hana bid their farewells, leaving her in Noran's care.

The next few days were a blur of despair and desperation. Shuri's condition worsened despite the divine blessing Noran channeled into her. The poison was slowly, insidiously attacking her heart. The medical team did everything in their power to prolong her life, but their prognosis was grim.

Shuri had only a few more days to live.

That night, as the world outside the hospital room continued its indifferent course, Noran sat by Shuri's bedside, his hands clasping hers tightly. His eyes, bloodshot and weary, never left her face.

"You can't do this to me, Rin," he whispered, his voice breaking under the weight of his sorrow. "You can't just leave me again like this."

His words hung in the air, a desperate plea to a higher power that seemed deaf to his anguish.

Memories of their past life flooded his mind, the pain of her death, the unbearable years spent searching for her, the hope that had driven him forward, only for it to be cruelly crushed again.

After her death in their past life, his sole wish had been to see her again. He endured so much for that wish to come true, and now, it felt as though heaven was cruelly snatching her away once more.

If he had known she would face the same fate by being with him, he might have resisted the desperate urge to find her again.

No, that was a lie.

She had warned him, clearly and painfully.

They could have avoided this cruel destiny if he hadn't been so selfish, so greedy for her presence.

It was his fault.

He had overestimated his ability to protect her, and now, he was paying the price for that arrogance.

Noran's heart ached with a pain that was almost unbearable. He felt as if he was being torn apart from the inside. "I shouldn't have been so greedy. And now... I'm losing you again because of it..."

He continued to speak to her, his voice cracking under the strain of his emotions. "Rin, please... don't die like this. I'll listen to you this time, I won't be greedy anymore. If you want me to stay away from you, I'll do it. As long as you don't die, I'll do anything..."

As he poured out his heart, exhaustion began to take its toll. His body, pushed to its limits by days of sleepless nights and relentless worry, finally gave in. His eyelids grew heavy, his grip on Shuri's hand loosening.

"Please... don't die," he murmured, his voice fading as he slipped into unconsciousness.

The room fell silent, save for the steady beeping of the heart monitor and the faint hum of medical equipment. Noran slumped forward, still holding Shuri's hand, his head resting on the edge of her bed.

When he woke, the room was eerily quiet.

The usual beeping of the machines that had been his constant companions for a week was gone.

Groggily, he lifted his head and took in his surroundings.

The luxurious VIP ward had vanished, replaced by an unfamiliar, enigmatic setting. The walls were covered in Eastern-inspired decorations, intricate tapestries, and curious artifacts that seemed to whisper ancient secrets.

The air was thick with the scent of incense, adding to the room's otherworldly feel.

"Rin!" Noran quickly looked down, relief flooding him after realizing he was still holding her hand.

Shuri lay there, still unconscious.

Nothing had changed except their location.

Noran didn't understand.

Was he dreaming?

But, even in his dreams, Shuri never woke up.

Suddenly, a voice emerged from the corner of the room, soft yet commanding. "I see some familiar faces here today."

Noran turned towards the voice, his eyes widening in surprise.

A woman dressed in a sleek, floor-length silk gown walked gracefully towards them. Her presence exuded an otherworldly aura, ethereal and commanding. Noran instinctively moved closer to Shuri, his grip on her hand tightening as if to shield her.

"Who are you?" he asked in a low voice, his gaze sharp and wary.

The mysterious woman smiled at him. "My patients call me Madam Faye. I'm someone who can save your sweet wife."