chapter 4
The surgery was successful, and Yvonne really regained consciousness.
I went home, wanting to share the news with Zachary.
Before I could speak, he sneered and said, "You still know how to come back? I thought you'd changed and would never step into this house again in your life."
"But now that you're back, it's too late. I've already had the designer turn your old room into a recovery room. From now on, Yvonne will be living here."
"You'll stay in the maid's room on the first floor and take care of her."
He casually pointed to the corner, to that dim and cramped little room.
After saying that, he hurriedly left.
Not long after, a caregiver arrived at the house.
But she wasn't here to work; instead, she arrogantly scolded me, "I was hired by Mr. Stewart to teach you."
"During this time, you must follow me and learn how to take care of patients properly.
"Mr. Stewart said the comatose lady is his wife, very important, and not a single mistake is allowed.
"You better be smart."
After she finished speaking and saw no reaction from me, she reached out to grab my injured right hand.
A sharp pain hit instantly, and I flung her away. During the struggle, she stumbled and fell down a few steps of the stairs.
She turned pale with fear, as if I were some kind of demon.
She didnt dare approach me again, hurriedly ran out of the villa, and pulled out her phone to make a call.
Obviously, she went to complain.
I didnt care and turned back to my room to pack my things.
There wasnt much to pack anyway; I didnt want to keep anything related to Zachary.
I only took my documents and a few clothes with me.
Just as I zipped up my bag, Zachary came back.
As soon as he walked in, he harshly questioned, "I thought you could pretend to behave a bit longer this time."
"I just hired a caregiver, and you couldn't hold it together?"
I calmly said, "A caregiver for a vegetative patient isn't suitable. You'd better hire another nanny for Yvonne."
"What nonsense are you spouting again?" he frowned, his face growing darker.
At that moment, a noise came from behind.
Yvonne was sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed in.
She looked pale and frail, but her eyes were clear, and she was fully conscious.
She widened her eyes, looking around with a panicked expression.
Until she saw Zachary, she suddenly became excited, pushing the wheelchair forward to hug him.
Her voice choked, "Zachary! I missed you so much."
"All these years, while I was in a coma, I could always hear what you said.
"But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't wake up. I was so scared. I thought I would never see you again."
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed and continued, "I shouldn't have saved Jade back then. It was all her recklessness, playing with fire, that caused the fire."
"All these years, lying motionless in bed, it was truly unbearable."
Zachary looked dazed.
Seeing her crying, he despised me even more.
He roared, "I knew it, you've been making excuses all these years!"
"It's clearly your fault Yvonne ended up like that!"
"Hurry up and kneel down to confess to her!"
He grabbed me like before, forcefully dragged me to the wheelchair, and ordered me to kneel and repent.
But I was never the one at fault, so why should I compromise again?
I shoved Zachary aside with force and slapped him hard with all my strength.
"What gives you the right to hit him?" Yvonne exclaimed.
Without hesitation, I slapped her too.
I said, "This slap is for slandering me."
Then, I unlocked my phone, pulled up the surveillance footage from the day of the fire, and hit play.