The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 700

Chapter 700

Chapter 700

Inside the VIP ward.

When Nathalie walked in, Elara was meticulously removing the acupuncture needles from Lance.

Madonna sat nearby, watching the process with intense anxiety.

At the sound of footsteps, Lance’s eyelids twitched. “Nathalie.”

“Yeah.”

Nathalie let out a short hum and took a seat in the chair next to the bed.

Elara glanced over. “Where did you run off to, Nathalie?”

Nathalie typed out her answer: “Just went out to get some fresh air.”

Elara crinkled her nose in agreement. “Good call. Being cooped up in a hospital room all day will drive anyone insane.”

“All done!”

She pulled the final needle free and immediately unwrapped an herbal patch. “Keep this over your eyes. Change it every three hours. We’ll monitor the progress.”

Madonna immediately reached out and snatched it from her. “Got it.”

Elara blinked in surprise. “Are you staying the night, Madonna?”

“Yes, I’m staying to watch over Lance.”

“No need.”

Lance rejected her offer instantly. “I don’t need anyone staying the night in

here.”

He then turned his head perfectly in Nathalie’s direction, his voice instantly softening. “Did you memorize Dr. Lane’s instructions?”

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Elara was speechless.

She rolled her eyes to the ceiling.

Didn’t need anyone staying the night…

What he meant was, he didn’t need anyone except Nathalie.

Madonna’s expression went completely rigid. She shot Nathalie a wildly complicated glare before shoving the medicine into her hands. “Fine. Make sure you take good care of him.”

“She takes perfect care of me,” Lance fired back.

Madonna shot him a deadpan look, realizing it was pointless to argue when he was this fiercely protective of his wife.

Suddenly, Nicol kicked the door open and barged in. “Hey, Lance! That Felice chick is losing her damn mind. Are we seriously just leaving her locked up?”

Lance scowled.

Elara looked totally confused. “Who is that?”

Nathalie’s expression turned arctic. She looked directly at Nicol and typed out her order: “Don’t let her die.”

Madonna looked bewildered. “Who is Felice?”

The name sounded incredibly familiar, but she couldn’t place it in the chaos.

Nicol scratched the back of his neck. Completely oblivious to the tension in the room, he blurted out, “Felice. You know, Felice James.”

“What?!”

Madonna’s eyes blew wide open. “Felice is here? What happened to her?” Lance cut in sharply. “Mom, stay out of this.”

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But before he could say another word, Nathalie’s cold, synthetic voice echoed through the room: “Felice is the one who unleashed the poison that blinded Lance and ruined my voice.”

Madonna’s face drained of all color. She whipped her head toward Lance, desperate for him to deny it. “Lance… is this true?”

“Of course it’s true!” Nicol scoffed Houdly. “One guy’s blind, the other’s mute-the proof is right in front of you. I was standing right there! That crazy bitch completely snapped. She tried to take everyone down with her. Thank god the wind shifted, or else we’d all be dead!”

Madonna swayed on her feet, barely managing to grab the edge of the table to keep from collapsing.

She had never, in her wildest nightmares, imagined that Lance’s blindness was caused by Felice!

Nicol wasn’t done yet. “And that’s not even the most twisted part! This psycho actually poisoned her own kid just to lock down her status in the Adams family. That little boy of yours is paralyzed from the waist down now. He’ll never walk again.”

Boom!

The words struck like a physical blow. Madonna’s face went chalk white, her mouth falling open as she fought for breath.

“Madonna!”

Seeing her collapse, Elara rushed forward to administer emergency first