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Chapter 999 - Chapter 999 Chapter 999 Spitting Out a Mouthful of Fresh Blood

Chapter 999: Chapter 999: Spitting Out a Mouthful of Fresh Blood Chapter 999: Chapter 999: Spitting Out a Mouthful of Fresh Blood Lilac Serval didn’t dare hang up the phone, but she waited a long time for Sylvan Cheney to speak.

“Mr. Cheney, it must be late back home. You should sleep early. Don’t worry, I will take good care of Chale Cheney and won’t let you down,” Lilac Serval initiated.

If she hadn’t miscalculated, it was almost midnight back home.

So late…

Sylvan Cheney frowned deeply.

The strong scent of alcohol continuously surged to his head, repeatedly assaulting his nerves.

It was a long time before he finally hung up the phone.

Only when there was no sound from the other end did Lilac Serval sigh and shake her head.

Her large eyes flickered with light, bright one moment, dim the next.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t fall asleep for a long time. The phone lay beside his bed, and he thought about making another call but… ultimately, he put it down.

His head ached terribly, and the painkillers seemed to have no effect.

Moonlight entered from the window, its soft light dimly illuminating the floor and the bed, adding a faint brightness to the bedroom.

All around, it was very quiet.

The wind blew, and the plane trees outside the window rustled, emitting a delicate sound.

Sylvan’s eyes remained closed, his mind a haze, his breathing uneven.

At times rapid, at other times slow.

Even, it felt as if a hand was clenched tight around his heart, a twisting pain.

The moonlight was cool like water, the shadows of the plane trees deep.

That night, Sylvan Cheney didn’t sleep at all.

Possibly because he had drunk too much that evening, in the middle of the night, he couldn’t take it anymore and vomited alone beside the sink for a long time.

His normally stern face was now completely bloodless, pale as paper.

His usually handsome brows and eyes were also dull and lusterless, having lost all their shine.

His eyes were deeply sunken, showing a shade of blue exhaustion beneath.

A few buttons of his collar were undone, and at this moment, he appeared somewhat disheveled and worn.

The lights dazzled before his eyes, but he couldn’t sober up from his drunkenness.

He vomited severely, not having vomited like this in a long time, almost feeling like he could vomit up his bile.

His head ached terribly, his chest felt as if knives were twisting inside it, repeatedly, all night long, stabbing him until he was bloodied.

His heart felt as if it was being torn open, his blood flowing in reverse.

Sylvan Cheney turned on the faucet, and the tap water flowed out with a “whoosh.”

He vomited beside the sink for a long time, and just before he passed out on the floor, he vomited up a mouthful of fresh blood.

…

The next afternoon.

Butler Santana made chicken soup for Sylvan Cheney, and Charles Mcintosh also stood guard outside the sickroom.

“Mr. Mcintosh, what did the doctor say about the situation?” Butler Santana asked anxiously.

Last night, she was really shocked, the sink was full of blood.

She saw it with alarm and fear.

Charles Mcintosh expressed his deep sorrow: “He hasn’t woken up yet.”

“Should we consider surgery? Has Mr. Cheney been drinking frequently lately?” Butler Santana only knew that Sylvan Cheney had been absent at nights for a long time.

She had heard that Mr. Cheney had a girlfriend and thought he was going out on dates with his girlfriend, so she didn’t think much about it.

Now thinking about it, it was possible he had been out drinking.

“Surgery isn’t necessary for now, but he definitely needs to be hospitalized for observation. Mr. Cheney’s health hasn’t been good lately, Butler Santana, please take extra care,” said Charles Mcintosh.

“Why is that?” Butler Santana didn’t understand.

In her memory, Sylvan Cheney had always been healthy, barely even catching a cold unless injured.

How could his robust health have collapsed so suddenly?

“There’s no specific reason, probably cumulative exhaustion,” Charles Mcintosh leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, not saying much, his expression grave.

“Ah, it’s important to take care of your health even with a busy job. Mr. Cheney is still young!” Butler Santana remarked.