My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston)

Chapter 53 Alston's Rage

Dylan helped Helen sit on the bench and comforted her when she almost collapsed. "No matter how powerful

you are, you can't fight the whole crowd. You came to seek me instead of stand against them, which was a wise move." "But Cynthia is still injured!" Helen covered her face and sobbed.

Dylan sat down beside her and leaned against the wall. "It was an accident that we hadn't expected. Cynthia

is considerate, independent, and strong. You know her well, and you should know she won't blame you!"

"I know. That's why I feel guilty. If I was by her side..." Helen was emotional. She turned to look at Dylan in

tears but failed to finish her words.

Dylan somehow felt distressed. When he realized his feeling, he panicked, stood up quickly, and turned his back to Helen.

Helen pursed her lips and lowered her head again. There was an awkward and slightly ambiguous atmosphere between them for the first time. Nobody spoke again, and both of them remained silent. A few minutes later, they heard someone rush over hurriedly.

It was Alston. He learned that Cynthia was injured during the meeting and rushed over immediately. He was still wearing a suit, and his shirt was sweaty after running, which made him seem embarrassed and sexy. "How... how is she!" Alston breathed heavily and grabbed Dylan's collar.

Dylan felt the pressure on his neck and looked down. He frowned when he saw Alston clenching his collar as hard as he could. "She's still in the operating room. It's been fifteen minutes, and she hasn't come out yet." Alston frowned, and his eyes seemed to be covered with ice. "Aren't you in the same hospital as her? Why didn't you protect her?"

"It's my fault! I didn't take good care of Cynthia!" Helen quickly stood up and looked at Alston with a pale face. Alston ignored Helen and stared at Dylan. "I'll settle the score with you later!"

Then, Alston let go of Dylan's collar and guarded at the door of the operating room.

Thirty minutes later, the door finally opened, and the president came out wiping his sweat. As soon as he

came out, he saw Alston who was full of hostility. He was so frightened that he almost had a heart attack.

"Mr... Mr. Smith!"

"How's Cynthia?" Alston glanced behind him.

The president replied immediately, "When Doctor Miller was pushed downstairs, she was hit on the back of her head. Fortunately, she knew how to reduce the damage, so she only has a slight concussion. But the wound on the back of her head is big and needs to be stitched. Be careful that she needs to eat simply and

rest well for a month."

He explained the precautions, and Alston listened to him carefully. Then, Cynthia was sent out of the

operating room.

She was lying on the hospital bed, and her face was pale, without a trace of blood. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her head was wrapped in gauze. She was looking very fragile.

Alston felt very upset and even more distressed when he saw Cynthia defensively clenching her fists in a coma.

He stepped forward, gently held her hand, and carefully wrapped it in his palm.

Helen burst into tears again when she saw Cynthia. She didn't understand why an excellent girl like Cynthia

would always get hurt. It was so unfair!

Cynthia's accident had a big impact, so the hospital concealed it.

Alston feared that Lynn's condition would worsen if she found out, so he blocked the news and arranged

Cynthia's ward far away from Lynn's

Cynthia was under anesthetic and still in a coma.

Alston looked at her for a while, then asked someone to take care of her before leaving. Helen and Dylan were standing at the door. Seeing Alston coming out gloomily, they hurriedly followed. "Where's that woman?" Alston's gloomy voice was full of rage.

Dylan's gentle and handsome face also turned cold. "In the morgue!"

Alston paused, then turned around to look at Dylan and narrowed his eyes.

Dylan seemed quite gentle, so Alston didn't expect him to be merciless.

The two walked toward the morgue on the second floor underground, with Helen following closely behind. Her beautiful eyes were full of fierceness, and she would never spare that d*mn woman who dared to hurt

Cynthia.

The people in the hospital saw the furious trio rushing over and hurriedly avoided them.

Soon, they arrived at the morgue.

Even though the lights here were exactly the same as those upstairs in the wards, they still seemed very dim under the depressing aura of the morgue.

It was extremely quiet, and it seemed even scarier with a trace of wind coming from nowhere.

But among the three of them, two were doctors who were used to taking anatomy classes, and one was calm and tough as if he was wandering in his own garden.

The morgue was locked, and a woman was crying and screaming while pounding the door.

"Help! Somebody helps me out!" The woman was panicked.

"I warn you! This is against the law! I will call the police and arrest you after I go out!" Her voice was harsh.

"I'll give you money, a lot of them! Please let me out!" Eventually, she started to plead.

"I'm sorry... I'm very sorry. I won't do it again. Please let me out; there are so many bodies here. I'm so scared!"

The arrogance in Pera's voice vanished. She stayed in the morgue for an entire hour, surrounded by dead bodies, and the door was locked.

She was confident at first, feeling they dared not keep her locked up for too long.

However, she was surrounded by bodies, and there was no sound outside the door for an hour. Peral

collapsed; she curled up at the door and leaned against it, not even daring to open her eyes. She knocked on

the door in a panic, and her voice was hoarse after screaming for help. Yet nobody came over. She was devoured by despair bit by bit.

Pera truly regretted everything. She shouldn't have troubled Cynthia for money because the people around

her were all lunatics. She should never mess with Cynthia!

Just when she was desperate, she suddenly heard someone opening the door.

Pera became excited and staggered toward the door while staring eagerly at it.

The door finally opened, and the light came in. Pera thought she was saved until she looked up and met

Alston's gloomy eyes, which made her collapse instantly.

She thought she would see her savior, but she saw her worst nightmare instead.

Helen looked at the panicked and desperate woman lying on the ground with disgust.

Pera was wearing an expensive suit and delicate makeup. She stomped her high heels, and her voice was thunderous when she cursed. Helen wondered how she became like this after being locked in the morgue for

one hour.

Pera's hair was disheveled, her clothes were dirty and wrinkled, and her makeup was covered with tears and snot. She looked like a ghost, and even the corpses in the morgue looked much cuter than her. "Mr. Smith, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't be greedy for Ivan's money, and I shouldn't trouble your wife. I'm so sorry!"

Pera kneeled and begged for mercy. She took out the bank card and handed it to Alston nervously.

Alston kicked the card away without looking at it. "Ivan sent you?"

"Yes! It was Evan!" Pera nodded and flinched in fright when she saw his fierce eyes.

"Do you have any evidence?" Alston said coldly, "Only a fool would believe your words. After all, you have a

grudge against Cynthia!"

Pera was stunned for a moment, then quickly came back to her senses. She took out her mobile phone and promptly handed it to Alston. "I... I have a recording!"

After Alston took the phone, Pera breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she had something prepared. She only kept the recording to prevent Ivan from breaking his promise, and she didn't expect it to save her

life.

Thank goodness for that!

Alston clicked on the latest recording and heard Ivan's bitter voice.

"Go to Cynthia's office tomorrow morning to make trouble. Remember to spare no effort to slander her and

make everyone..."

Alston smiled, but his smile was so frightening that nobody dared to look at him.

Obviously, Ivan hadn't learned enough lessons. This time, there would be no excuse to spare this b*stard again!