Chapter: 793

"Mr. Sullivan!"

Loud voices rang out from the hallway. Rachel, who had just walked out of the room, made way for two exasperated bodyguards rushing to the ward.

Rachel stopped and turned around.

As Victor watched Rachel leaving, the pain in his heart intensified so severely that his pupils trembled, and a warm liquid surged up his throat. Blood seeped down the corner of his mouth, and his face turned even paler.

He lost strength in his legs and staggered.

The bodyguards saw this and ran to support their boss. Victor flashed the bodyguards a warning look when he saw Rachel turn around. Then, he steadied himself and turned around before Rachel did and wiped off the blood dribbling down his lips.

By the time Rachel turned around, Victor had already walked to his bed. She didn't notice his shaky legs or blood-stained lips.

A cold draft surged in through a crack in the balcony door, causing

Victor's hospital gown to flutter. The bodyguards watched Victor worriedly.

The strange atmosphere made Rachel frown, but as nothing seemed off in the ward, she turned around and walked away.

This time, she didn't stop.

When Rachel finally disappeared from sight, Victor couldn't hold his own any longer. His legs gave way before he reached the bed.

Bang!

“Mr. Sullivan!" The guards panicked and ran to help, but Victor had already fallen to the floor and fainted.

“Hurry up! Call the doctor over!"

A mad chorus of footsteps broke out in the ward.

Ding.

The elevator stopped on the first floor, and Rachel walked out. An indescribable feeling made her heart uneasy. She dipped her hand in her pocket and clutched the wishing pendant.

‘What's wrong with me?'

Before she could ponder further, two nurses rushed into the elevator, pressed a button, and waited for the doors to close.

“Didn't you say the surgery was a success? Then, why did he faint?"

"That's not it. The surgery was a success, but the wound is open again! It's been only two hours since the surgery ended, yet the wound has reopened twice."

“Oh, my God! Is he crazy?

“I hope he's fine, or the entire VIP department will suffer."

"I heard the rich cherish their lives. Why did he do this then? The wound could get infected. Is he trying to get himself killed?"