Chapter 160: Pierce His Heart
First, Iceland is a bit chaotic and far from domestic, making evidence collection difficult and definitions unclear.
Father Liang committed murder, but it was not successful.
During the prosecution process, the gang will inevitably try to save themselves, making every effort to erase traces, and additionally, Father and Son Liang will cover for each other to absolve themselves.
The long process, pulling and tugging until the end, Liang Chaosu did not cause substantial severe consequences. He had a gun but was passively defending himself. Foreign law has always supported self-defense. If his starting point was to protect her, he might only face some fines or a penalty of being banned from entry.
But with the testimony of the related involved person, Old Ghost, in the end, the crime of confining her personal freedom will be established.
This one charge alone is enough for her to gain freedom in this country openly and aboveboard.
Liancheng’s lower abdomen ached as if in a spasm, the pain gradually intensifying. Her body’s consciousness was awakened by the unbearable throbbing pain, slowly reviving in her limbs.
The ceiling was pink, but the lighting was too bright, stinging her eyeballs painfully.
Liancheng adjusted to the light and opened her eyes again.
A face wearing a mask hovered in the upper left corner of her vision, with polite smiles on its brows, “Madam, are you feeling alright? The anesthetic has just worn off. If you feel any pain, you can tell me, and the doctor will add pain relief medication for you.”
It was English.
Liancheng clearly understood the words “anesthetic” and “pain relief.” The person was dressed as a nurse. She subconsciously covered her lower abdomen, feeling the pain as waves of tightening spasms, as if a hand was reaching in, clenching, and then releasing. Her heart contracted and twisted, suddenly making her tremble all over with cold.
Her teeth chattered, her voice trembling into incoherence, “I have a child, I cannot use anesthetic.”
The nurse’s gaze was full of pity, and she gently comforted her, “Madam, I know this is very regrettable. You tried your best to protect her, not hesitating to use medication. Perhaps this little baby couldn’t bear to be a burden to you any longer, and she also wanted to protect you.”
Liancheng’s mind went blank.
Only one word remained, ‘regrettable’.
What is regret?
Regret is past dreams, it is loss, it is absence, it is something that cannot be retrieved, cannot be mended, it is brokenness.
But her brokenness was too much, and now…
Now, another stroke has been added.
It was her daughter.
Liancheng’s eye sockets turned red, bloodshot veins spreading onto her eyeballs. She pressed her lips together tightly, biting her teeth hard, yet her teeth continued to chatter, a fine, shrill sound.
The nurse was prepared for her to shout or cry uncontrollably, but she was not prepared for a deathly silent collapse. She didn’t even cry; her entire body was tensed to the point where veins were visible beneath her skin. She was a complete person in form, but internally she had disintegrated.
“Madam—” The nurse first turned off the IV drip. The vibrant red that had been flowing upwards receded within the transparent tube. She checked Liancheng’s condition again, “Relax, take a deep breath—”
Liancheng’s gaze began to blur. Her already ghastly white face was now coated with a shadow of gray. Her world went from silent to a deafening roar in her ears. The hospital room seemed to be fading, the pink and bright colors turning to black and white.
It was as if she were being swallowed by an abyss.
The devil originally wanted her to look like this.
He succeeded.
She could not accept this result. From the moment she implicated Old Ghost, she began to regret it. Now, she felt she had made a mistake.
But she didn’t know where she went wrong. She was not a sinner; resisting persecution always led to loss, not submission.
This is the right way.
Principles teach this, and ancestors acted this way.
In the words she had read, in the books she had studied, in the lingering echoes of history, under human resilience.
But the countless regrets, the indescribable hatred, dense and overwhelming, it was too painful…
Liancheng could not bear it…
She could not bear it.
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They arrived at the hospital.
Liang Chaosu took three strides and went straight to the elevator. The doctor, unable to go downstairs to meet him, waited at the elevator doorway.
The number on the display reached three, and with a ding, it was startling in the empty corridor.
This floor had been booked by the gang since Liancheng was admitted. All other hospital rooms were empty and closed, and the corridor lights were dimmed. Only the room on the right side of the corridor had bright lighting.
The doctor lowered his voice and introduced the patient’s condition.
Liang Chaosu stood at the door. The small glass window on the door was for checking on the patient, and the angle allowed him to see the entire hospital bed.
The doctor had administered sedative medication, and she was asleep.
Her face was very pale, her lips were also light-colored, almost transparent, like glass on the verge of shattering, small and thin beneath the quilt.
The hospital room was dark. Borrowing the light from the corridor, Liang Chaosu couldn’t discern the arc of her breathing.
She lay there alone, in the mottled shadows, like a painting sunk into the gloom, a fleeting, dreamy illusion, ethereal and nonexistent. If he reached out, she would disappear.
The doctor’s introduction reached a critical point, “…the patient has a congenital uterine abnormality, and coupled with the use of strong miscarriage-preventing medication, it caused the placenta to adhere to the uterine wall. A massive hemorrhage and miscarriage made it difficult to detach… Effective measures were taken to preserve the uterus, but she will not be able to conceive again in the future…”
Liang Chaosu’s gaze became fixed, staring at the window.
Her image flickered in his mind: the past four years, those eighteen years, every frame of her crying, laughing, angry, or joyful, flashed back chaotically, like a movie, but without any order.
Finally, it all turned to dust.
“When will she wake up?” Liang Chaosu’s voice was hoarse, as if countless swords were stuck in his throat, tearing him to shreds. Every word was weak and dripped with blood, “Can she see me?”
The doctor was surprised. “Of course, she can. The patient just lost her child and is in great pain. The nurses said her reaction suggests she may need psychological counseling after waking up. At a time like this, you, as her husband, are urgently needed to comfort her by her side.”
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Da, ignoring Liang Chaosu’s reaction, first looked at the gang leader. The gang leader subtly shook his head.
This meant the doctor hadn’t been told the inside story.
“She and I—” Liang Chaosu’s second half of the sentence was drowned out by his heart-rending cough. His chest cavity seemed unable to bear the burden, and he struggled to breathe. His lips and face became covered in a bluish-purple hue in his suffocation.
The doctor was startled and quickly supported him, preparing for an examination.
Xiao Da, having received a signal from Liang Chaosu, repeated the question to the doctor about whether he could see her, but his gaze swept past the doctor and lingered.
He was Liang Chaosu’s personal assistant and had interacted with Liancheng quite a bit over the years, so he understood the entire process of their emotional entanglement.
Their relationship had been full of ups and downs, and now, what filled the gaps was not misunderstanding, but accumulated grievances, hatred, and now, blood.
They had already reached Iceland. It was inevitable that the two of them would meet, but considering both their physical conditions, Xiao Da felt that this meeting could actually be postponed a little.
Although it wouldn’t make much difference overall, it would at least provide a buffer, missing the period of most intense emotions.
He rephrased, “Mr. Liang has pneumonia, although it’s not contagious—”
Suddenly, Xiao Da’s mouth opened, but he couldn’t make a sound.
He inadvertently swept his gaze across the window and met a pair of eyes.
Dark and deep, ice-cold, like two collapsed black holes, filled with hysterical hatred, yet they stared at them silently.
Like nails.
They were infused with an unstoppable toxicity, piercing their hearts.
