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CHAPTER 191
CHAPTER 191
Chapter 191
Sherilyn’s eyes darted through the links popping on her screen, feeling overwhelmed, unsure if any of it was helpful. She paused, rethinking her strategy, and typed the search bar, “The Praying Mantis Biting Praying Mantis…”
The page refreshed, and there it was. One of the search results caught her eye. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.
[After mating, the female praying mantis decapitates and consumes the male!]
Sherilyn’s face was a mask of impassivity as she read it.
Several nights later, Sylvia was still recovering from her surgery, and Gilbert had stayed at the sprawling Johnson Mansion to be by her side.
In the dead of night, he was roused from his sleep by the insistent ringing of his phone. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, which only intensified when he saw the caller ID. It was Francis’s lead doctor. “Hello?”
The doctor’s excited voice came through. “Mr. Gilbert. Mr. Francis is awake!”
A shiver ran down Gilbert’s spine, his hair standing on end and his scalp tingling with disbelief and sheer adrenaline. “Say that again!”
The doctor repeated it, “Mr. Francis is awake! He’s opened his eyes!”
Joy surged through Gilbert, overwhelming him to the point of tears. After all these years, his brother had finally awakened from his long slumber. No longer would Francis have to lie in a cold bed, surrounded by a maze of medical equipment.
“Mr. Gilbert?” The doctor’s voice pulled him back to reality, “When can you come over?”
Gilbert said without hesitation, “Now! I’m coming right now!”
Of course, Gilbert would waste no time. It was the moment he had been waiting for.
The doctor replied, “Good, see you soon.”
Chapter 191
After hanging up, Gilbert scrambled to get dressed but stopped dead on his way to the closet. “Grandma! Of course, I have to tell Grandma!”
He had to share the monumental with Sylvia, even if it meant waking her up in the middle of the night. It wasn’t about fearing her reprimand. It was about sharing this immense joy.
So, in the wee hours, Gilbert and Sylvia left the Johnson Mansion and rushed. to the private hospital where Francis was getting his treatment.
Sylvia couldn’t stop her tears during the drive.
“Grandma,” His eyes misty, Gilbert handed her a tissue, “You need to try and hold back the tears. I know you’re happy, but think of your health.”
“You think I want to cry?” Sylvia shot back, her eyes red, “I just can’t help it. Oh, my poor Francis, he’s finally awake!”
She clutched her chest. “I feared Francis would lay there forever, never opening his eyes again even after I was gone.
When hearing that, Gilbert’s heart ached with empathy. “He wouldn’t do that. Fran cares too much. Look, he’s awake now, isn’t he?”
Caroline, filming night scenes, wasn’t at the mansion.
“Oh dear…” Sylvia sighed, “The one night Caroline’s not here, and Francis wakes up. How could she miss this?”
“Don’t worry.” Gilbert reassured her, “I’ve already spoken to Caroline’s agent. Caroline will rush over as soon as she’s done shooting.”
Sylvia nodded. “That will have to do.”
The hospital room was quiet, dimly lit by a bedside lamp to keep the atmosphere calm.
Supporting Sylvia, Gilbert tiptoed to the side of the bed.
Francis was lying there with his eyes closed, looking much like he always did during his coma.
“Well…” Sylvia looked at the doctor questioningly, her vision blurred with age and confusion.