บททั้งหมดของ Return Of The Forsaken Madam : บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

“Mom!” Williams shouted on top of his lungs immediately as he sighted his mom from outside the room through the glass. He wanted to stand from his bed and run out to meet his mom, but the nurse attending to him held him back.“You can’t run around,” the nurse cautioned, gently grabbing his hand. “Your mom is coming here. Calm down, good boy.”Williams controlled the happiness in him. He nodded his head and sat calmly, waiting for his mother to enter.Patricia pushed the door backward and rushed to meet Williams. “Son…” she uttered, and immediately as she arrived beside the bed, she opened her arms and hugged him. “My son…”“Ouch!” Williams groaned. His mother’s hand has mistakenly touched the syringe needles which was used to pass the drip into his body so he felt a slight pain.Patricia quickly took a step backward. “What’s wrong, my son?!” She asked. The concern on her face matching the worry on her face. “Are you okay?! What happened?!”Williams touched the spot he felt the pain and

Veronica wiped the tears on Cohen’s face and, with a low, pitiful tone, she spoke with him. “What are you talking about?” She interrogated. “Cohen, you aren’t the type to mess around. What kind of mess have you caused that mentioning it makes you weep? Talk to me. Should we go inside to talk? Hun?”“I don’t want to talk too much since you hate me being like that then,” Veronica let out. “Cohen, sincerely speaking, you don’t look like you. You look bothered and with a mere gaze into your eyes, it’s obvious you’re going through late. You’re bothered. You don’t look well and you’re forcing a smile on your face to cover it up. The smile doesn’t even look genuine to me,”“The tears on your face look like that’s what your soul craves for at the moment, but you’re holding them back. What exactly happened, Cohen? And what’s going on now as well? Tell me everything. It may not be too late as you thought. Maybe there’s still a solution.”Cohen inhaled softly and licked his lips. “It is,” he spok

{An hour later.}“Madam! Madam! Madam!” The hotel attendant screamed on top of her lung, panting heavily as she ran out of Cohen’s room corner, heading towards Patricia’s room. She arrived in front of Patricia’s room and pounded on the door.“Madam! Madam! Madam!”Patricia rushed out of the bathroom with her eyes widened in shock. She paced to the door, and as she laid her hand on its handle to open it, she retreated and asked. “Who is that?”“It’s the hotel attendant, ma.” The lady informed.“I didn’t request for anything, he did. Take it to the other room.” Patricia let out.“I know, ma!” The hotel attendant spoke in a raised voice with the transparency of fear in her voice. She paused and swallowed her saliva twice before she could explain. “I’ve taken it to his room, and I’ve been knocking for minutes, but he didn’t respond. I don’t know what’s wrong.”Patricia instantly opened the door. “What?” She exclaimed. “Have you checked the balcony and the top roof? He may go out to take a

Ryan rushed into the hospital. He glanced left and then right. He sighted Patricia and ran to meet her. “Where is he?” He inquired. His worried voice matched the expression on his face.‘’Can I go inside?" He asked, and without waiting to hear a response from her, he took a step forward.“If I’m allowed inside, do you think I will be there?” She flung a question which made his legs to freeze. She lifted her head and explained. “The doctors are still attending to him. They asked me to wait here and pray everything will go well.”Ryan chuckled and sluggishly turned to face her. His eyes land on her body and he cracked again. “Only if they know how much you hate him…” he uttered. He paused for a second, giving Patricia a space to raise her gaze and looked at his face.“What do you mean?” She flung a question.Ryan scoffed. “Stop pretending like you don’t know what I’m talking about?” He spoke to her rudely. “Don’t you hate me so much that is present disgusts you,”He looked away from her

“Take it easy with yourself, Patricia…” Ryan consoled, trying to make Patricia stand on her feet; she has fell to the ground and weep, resenting herself for refusing to listen to Cohen until things got worse.With tears flowing to her mouth, Patricia clung to her dress on the chest and shook her head. “I didn’t know all these are happening to me. I never knew he was passing through all this. He looks normal to me.” She poured out.Ryan rounded his arms on her head and placed her head on her chest. “Don’t blame yourself, Patricia. It was never your fault as well. What will be will be. If all these are not meant to happen, they won’t. Just take it easy. Don’t you hear what the doctor said?” He threw a question, trying to console her. “The said there’re probability of things to turn out positivity. Why don’t you let us hold on to the positive one?”“Weeping won’t solve the issue now. Stop doing these and start praying he will be fine.” He uttered and gently dragged her to stand on her fee