Chapter 5 That Accident

Half an hour passed, and Liam Wilson, summoned by Wyatt's call, hurried into the residence.

When he reached the master bedroom, he went straight to Ophelia's side.

After examining her closely, Wyatt rose to his feet.

"What's wrong with her?" Wyatt asked before Liam could explain.

Wyatt's voice was impassive, an artfully crafted mask of indifference, but Liam dared not treat his inquiry lightly.

Liam had been the Sinclair family's personal physician for twenty yearshe had seen Wyatt grow from a boy into the man before him.

When Wyatt was ten, he was involved in a car accident.

His mother died in that crash, and Wyatt himself went missing.

Everyone believed Wyatt was dead, but his grandmother refused to give up. She searched relentlessly for half a year and finally found him in Solbury Town, Eldoria City, the place next to the Capital City.

When Wyatt was brought back, he was blind, and his personality had become unpredictableprone to mood swings and outbursts of anger.

His grandmother sought out the best doctors everywhere, and after six months of treatment, he finally recovered his sight.

The first thing Wyatt did after regaining his vision was to ask the bodyguard who had picked him up to drive him back to Solbury Town.

For the first time in those six months since his return, Wyatts eyes sparkled.

But when he came back again, that sparkling light was gone.

He hadnt found the mother and daughter who had saved him.

They had moved away suddenlywithout a trace, without a word.

From that moment on, the last traces of warmth in Wyatt faded away.

He grew increasingly cold and distant, shutting everyone out until Ophelia returned to the Sinclair family with Wyatt's grandma.

Then, Ophelia became the only person who could get close to Wyatt besides his grandma.

Sir, Ms. Thompson fainted suddenly due to extreme emotional distress and exhaustion. She will be fine after a few days of proper rest.

When Wyatt heard the words extreme emotional distress, his gaze on Ophelia noticeably deepened.

Stubborn to the corethat was all she was.

Sir, should we send someone from our place to take care of Ms. Thompson? Liam ventured to ask.

In the past, Wyatt pampered Ophelia a lot. Whenever she was ill, he would personally take care of her.

But later, it was known to all how deeply he despised her.

Don't bother," Wyatt responded calmly.

He gave Liam a look, signaling for him to leave.

*****

Ophelia's sleep was restless, plagued by the ghostly shroud of memory that wrapped itself around her like a vise.

Her consciousness drifted back to one of her cruelest daysthe day Mia died.

The fever had gripped Mia's fragile body with unrelenting force. The illness spiraled downward into a critical state, requiring immediate surgery.

But it was then she learned from the doctor that the donor kidney was goneno longer available. Surgery was impossible.

Her world collapsed in that instant, the weight of despair crushing her into lifeless fragments.

She remembered how she'd called Wyatt over and over, pleading into the void, begging him to interveneto save their daughter.

Yet her calls were greeted only with silence.

And so, time ran out.

Mia's little hand slackened in hers, lifeless fingers slipping away inch by inch. And then, she passed in Ophelia's arms, tiny and eternally silent. Ophelia broke down.

She clung to her daughter's body, her cries gut-wrenching, her heart a wasteland of grief. She couldn't accept it, wouldn't let it be so.

Her hands worked feverishly, rubbing against Mia's cooling frame, frantic to hold onto the warmth that was steadily betraying her.

But no matter how she tried, Mia became coldunbearably coldand finally, rigid, death's permanence marking her unmistakably.

Her precious girl was gone forever.

*****

Wyatt woke abruptly, disturbed by muffled sobs that seeped into his restless sleepOphelia's cries had shattered the fragile silence of the night.

His patience was already razor-thin, worn down by sleepless nights at the hospital with Cindy.

Now, barely asleep, he was pulled back to consciousness.

His expression darkened as he opened his eyes. Gripping the woman in his arms by the shoulders, he frowned and snapped impatiently, Ophelia, what are you doing?

He was about to push her away when he saw her facestreaked with tears.

And he stopped his rough movement abruptly.

Ophelia was crying as if her heart would break, as though she had lost the most important person in the world.

Over and over, she murmured broken, grief-stricken wordstoo soft to make out clearly.

But fragments like dont leave and cant live without you hung in the air.

The coldness in Wyatts eyes faded slightly.

His anger receded.

He raised a hand and patted her cheekhis touch surprisingly gentle.

It had been so long since he had spoken calmly to Ophelia that his tone came out stiff, almost awkward.

Ophelia. Wake up. Stop crying.

But Ophelia didnt hear him. She was lost in her own world of sorrow.

Tears continued to flood down her face.

Wyatt watched, a hint of distaste in his eyes.

But he still turned, grabbed tissues from the nightstand, and wiped her tear-streaked face.

Alright, thats enough. Im here.

His tone was still stiff, but the intention to comfort was clear.

Yet Ophelia only cried harder, her sobs growing more desperate.

Wyatts frown deepened. Suddenly, he cupped her jaw, tilted her face up, and kissed her.

Maybe he meant to silence the mournful sound that grated on his nerves, but once their lips met, the mood began to shift.

It had been a while since they last had sex.

Before he knew it, Wyatt deepened the kiss.

What started as a restraint soon slipped into something else entirelythe kiss grew deeper, more intense, less controlled.

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