Master of Lust-Chapter 215: Rise From The Dead [1]

Chapter - 215

"No, she won't be fine. Just look at her," Olivia's voice cracked with anguish as tears streamed down her cheeks. "My baby... Poor baby... She needs me," she pleaded, her gaze fixed on her daughter's trembling form with a mixture of heartbreak and desperation. As She squirmed to hold her daughter.

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The room fell silent as the sharp sound of the slap cut through the air like a knife. The Old Matriarch had finally reached her limit, her patience worn thin by Olivia's incessant cries. With a swift, decisive motion, she delivered a resounding slap across Olivia's face, the force of it reverberating through the room.

"You weak, pathetic human," the Old Matriarch's voice was cold and cutting, her words dripping with disdain as she addressed Olivia.

The Old Matriarch's voice cut through the tense atmosphere like a knife, her words icy and filled with scorn as she glared at Olivia, "Your daughter is going to be just fine. However, if you continue to pester me with your sobbing, I might just toss you out of that window.

Then you can occupy the hospital bed next to hers and play the doting mother all you want," she snapped, her face contorting with a mix of disgust and irritation.

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1. Stay Silent. (Temptation -10)

2. Tell the Old lady to take a chill pill. (Olivia: Temptation +5)

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Rick had been letting the Old Matriarch handle things in her own way, believing perhaps that her stern methods were necessary. But when the choice came in front of him, he knew what to do.

"Alright, that's enough! Chill old lady," Rick interjected firmly, stepping towards the Old Matriarch with a raised hand to signal a pause. His voice carried a calm but authoritative tone as he tried to deescalate the situation. "We didn't come all this way to cause more distress or fill more hospital beds. You are here to fix things, not make them worse."

Rick's voice started out forceful but gradually descended into a hushed, menacing whisper as he closed the distance between himself and the Old Matriarch. "Is this really how you treat a friend of your granddaughter? Your supposed savior? The key to reviving your husband—giving him another shot at life?

And getting it up again?" His words, though barely audible by the end, pierced the tense silence of the room, ensuring the Old Matriarch could not just hear but feel each syllable.

For a brief, fleeting moment, the Old Matriarch's face contorted with a mix of rage and disdain. The urge to lash out violently, to slam Rick against the wall surged within her, her hands twitching with the effort of restraint. But as quickly as it came, the impulse faded, her expression smoothing into a mask of cold composure once again.

Turning her gaze towards the others in the room, she sighed heavily, a sound of tired frustration. "I warned you, didn't I? I said we should have thrown them out right from the start. This woman," she gestured dismissively towards Olivia, "is causing nothing but chaos and noise."

"Well, that is something I can fix for you. No need for you to get violent and get more wrinkles on your face," Rick was all smiles suddenly, almost teasing, as he addressed the Old Matriarch, his grin incongruous.

He then turned his attention to Olivia, who remained stoically fixated on her daughter, seemingly oblivious to the reddening mark on her cheek from the matriarch's slap. Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, did not waver from Emily, even as the chaos unfolded around her.

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1. Push Olivia out of the room. (Temptation -30)

2. Stand in front of Olivia and Emily for the rest of the treatment and not let Olivia see her daughter. (Temptation -10)

3. Make Olivia forget about Emily for the time being. (Temptation +10)

]

"Olivia," Rick said softly, reaching out to gently tilt her chin towards him. His hands were warm and his touch tender as he guided her face away from the distressing sight of her daughter connected to the machines. "Look at me, just for a moment," he urged.

When their eyes met, Rick offered her a reassuring smile. "Listen, everything's going to be okay. Emily's going to pull through this. You have to believe that," he spoke with a calm certainty, hoping to anchor her to his conviction.

In that moment, Olivia's fraught expression softened, her gaze locked onto Rick's. There was something in his eyes—a sincerity, a promise—that for a brief second made her forget the pain and fear. In his eyes, she saw a reflection of her own hope, momentarily giving her the strength to believe.

As Olivia's eyes locked onto Rick's, she found herself momentarily swept away from the chaos surrounding her. His gaze, filled with an earnest warmth, seemed to echo the tenderness of the night they had spent together at her house—the night they made love to each other, while her husband lay drunk and unconscious just in there on the table.

It was a moment of weakness, of searching for comfort, and Rick had been nothing but gentle.

Lost in the reflection of their shared past, the harsh reality of the hospital room seemed to blur into the background, giving her a brief respite from her fear. Emily's face was getting blurry in her head. It was as if Rick's eyes offered her a sanctuary, a quiet place amidst the storm of her current turmoil.

Meanwhile, as if in tandem with the calming of Olivia's nerves, Emily's condition showed signs of improvement. The alarming chaos of the medical monitors that had been spiking wildly began to settle. Her previously erratic pulse slowed to a more regular tempo, now thumping steadily through the room like a gentle drumbeat.

Her breathing, too, stabilized. The once sharp and frightening gasps became smoother, more rhythmic breaths. The rise and fall of her chest was no longer a frantic struggle but moved with a soothing regularity.

On the monitor, the jagged peaks that had painted a picture of distress were now replaced by the smooth, undulating waves of a normal heart rate. The room, filled with tension just moments before, now hummed with a cautiously optimistic silence.

Relief washed over everyone in the room except for the Old Matriarch as they saw Emily's condition improve. It felt as though a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders, replaced by a fragile flicker of hope that, until moments ago, seemed extinguished.

It felt almost surreal, this sudden pivot from despair to possibility, and it left Olivia and Rick's father momentarily immobilized by a mix of relief and disbelief.

They stood there, staring at the now-steady lines on the monitor, their faces etched with traces of the fear that had just moments ago overwhelmed them. The abrupt change seemed almost too good to be true, casting a shadow of doubt in their minds. Was this real? Were their eyes deceiving them, or was this a cruel trick of the mind, a shared hallucination born of desperate hope?

Then, cutting through the murmur of their silent questions and the soft beeping of the monitor, a faint voice emerged. "Am... Am I dead?" Emily's voice was barely above a whisper, raspy and weak but undeniably hers.

The sound of her voice, hoarse yet filled with confusion and fear, instantly drew everyone's attention. They turned towards her, their eyes wide and mouths agape

As Emily's fingers twitched and her eyelids fluttered open, Olivia felt a swell of emotion rise within her as she watched her daughter. She looked at her with eyes filled with emotions and tears.

At the sound of her voice, Olivia's heart leapt into her throat. She rushed to Emily's side, her earlier fear forgotten, replaced by an overwhelming urge to reassure her daughter. "No, my love, you're very much alive," Olivia whispered to herself, almost choking on her tears.

After so many days she finally managed to hear her daughter's voice. Only god knew how she was able to hold back from running into her daughter's arms and wail. Rick was still holding her, afraid that she might collapse from the rush of emotions.

But hey... Not everyone was happy at this moment.

Outside Emily's room, the corridor buzzed with urgent activity as a team of doctors and nurses clustered together, their expressions marked by deep concern. They exchanged rapid, low-toned discussions, their voices occasionally rising in urgency as they tried to make sense of the commotion inside the room.

One of the doctors, clearly the leader of the group, stepped forward, his expression one of controlled frustration. "What on earth is going on here?" he demanded, scanning the faces of Rick and the others. "Who let you all in?"

His voice escalated, each word tinged with incredulity and anger. "And what exactly did you think you were doing? Did you seriously believe you could just sidestep hospital protocol? Do you think we put these policies in place for no reason?"

He was breathing heavily, fueled by a mix of adrenaline and outrage, his gaze piercing as if he could start a physical altercation at any moment.

Caught off guard, Rick managed to stutter out a question, "What happened? What went wrong?"

"Shit happened you Rascal."

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