Chapter 485 Return Of Ex-wife

• In the gloomy Greyport Hospital loomed, Jennie remained trapped in a coma, her fragile existence confined to the sterile walls of the ICU ward. “Doctor,” her family members anxiously implored, their voices laced with worry and desperation. “Two days have passed, and yet Jennie shows no signs of awakening. What could be the reason?” “That’s right! When will she open her eyes and return to us?” they pleaded, their voices. trembling with a mix of faith and fear. “We beg Jesus to bless her with recovery.” These past two sleepless nights had tested Grayson and his wife, Mrs. Garcia, as a relentless worry engulfed their weary souls. Mrs. Garcia pondered, her mind lost in the labyrinth of unanswered questions. “How could fate be so cruel as to have our daughter stumble down the stairs? Witnessing her in this condition… it feels like an inexplicable tragedy,” she silently lamented. The doctor paused, inhaling a deep breath before delivering his words with sympathetic eyes.
• “Mr. Garcia, Mrs. Garcia, the blood clot at the back of your daughter’s head persists, defying our hopes for a swift resolution. We must patiently wait for its complete dissipation, as it holds the key to her awakening,” he reported. “Furthermore…” the doctor said as his voice trailed off, and a weighty silence filled the room. Grayson furrowed his brow, his voice laden with anticipation and anxiety. “What’s wrong? Please tell us the truth,” Grayson anxiously asked. The doctor’s brow furrowed even deeper as he delivered the unsettling news, shattering their fragile hopes. “The injuries Miss Garcia sustained are inconsistent with injuries from a mere fall. There are indications of a deliberate strike, possibly by a blunt object. “Upon closer examination, we found traces of ceramic shards that caused the lacerations.
• I urge you, Mr. Garcia, to report this to the police immediately,” he said, emphasizing the urgency of this issue. “What?” Grayson and his wife gasped, their voices trembling with disbelief. They exchanged worried glances before shifting to look at their son. Mrs. Garcia’s voice trembled with confusion and distress as she questioned, “Zachary, what really happened to Jennie? You said she fell down the stairs, didn’t you?” Zachary stumbled over his words, the weight of guilt bearing down on him, his forehead beaded with sweat. “Well… um… you see,” he stammered. Stepping forward, Roxanne assumed control of the conversation, her voice composed and steady. “Allow me to explain. When Jennie lost her footing and fell down the stairs, she collided with a vase near the entrance, which resulted in a minor scratch,” she interjected, her words aiming to quell the growing storm. Mrs. Garcia’s eyes widened at Roxanne’s revelation. “Why did you hide this information until now?” she asked, disappointment seeping into her tone.