Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 83 - - so foolish

However, after speaking only a few words, the pain in Cynthia's throat prevented her from saying anything else. Bonnie quickly interrupted her.

"Vincent has been stabilized—"

Cynthia's eyes, which had lacked any spark due to her anxiety, suddenly lit up.

"But there's still a seven-day critical period. If he can get through these seven days, he'll be fine. If not..." Bonnie averted her gaze, unable to look at Cynthia's sorrowful expression.

Sure enough, all of Cynthia's movements froze in place, and the glimmer of light in her eyes was quickly overshadowed by a deep pain.

What? Seven more days of danger?

She felt a sharp, throbbing pain in her head. She had already been dizzy from the high fever, and now hearing that Vincent's condition was still uncertain caused her vision to darken once more, and she slipped back into unconsciousness.

Bonnie panicked, taking care of Cynthia in a flurry, watching her fragile state with tears silently falling. "Cynthia, if I could, I would share your pain."

It wasn't until three days later, after Cynthia's fever subsided and her mind cleared, that she woke up. Fortunately, with Bonnie's meticulous and constant care, Cynthia had recovered quickly.

The first thing Cynthia did upon waking was grab Bonnie's hand and ask about Vincent's condition. It seemed Bonnie had been waiting for this moment to deliver the good news.

"Cynthia, I just heard he woke up. He should be fine!"

Tears immediately welled up in Cynthia's eyes, unstoppable like a flood breaking through a dam. She knew they were tears of joy. She trembled as she raised her hand to cover her mouth, softly sobbing.

"Thank God! Thank God, Laurence... Vince is finally okay... finally okay..."

Her emotional outburst made Bonnie's eyes redden too.

"Yes, Vincent is such a good person. Even heaven is looking out for him!"

When Bonnie said that, Cynthia seemed to remember something. She suddenly threw off the blanket and was about to get out of bed, her face filled with anxiety.

"I have to go see him!"

Bonnie was startled and quickly stopped her.

"Wait a minute, Cynthia! Your body hasn't recovered yet! You're still very weak, and although your fever has subsided, your throat is still inflamed!"

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Cynthia ignored Bonnie's objections and insisted on getting out of bed. However, her body was too weak, and as soon as she stood up, her vision blurred and she nearly collapsed. Fortunately, Bonnie caught her, but Cynthia still insisted.

"I'm fine! I just need to see him first!"

Bonnie was getting frustrated with her stubbornness. She pushed Cynthia back onto the bed.

"Cynthia, why are you so stubborn? What good will it do? Even if you go, Grace Lancaster and the Danny family won't let you see him!"

There was no denying that Bonnie's words made Cynthia calm down a bit. Yes, Grace Lancaster and the Danny family had never liked her. Now, Vincent had nearly lost his life for her. They must hate her, wishing she would stay far away from him. How could they possibly let her see him?

But after Vincent had saved her with his life, how could she not see him? If she couldn't see him, who could she share her worries, pain, and heartache with? Even just one glimpse would be enough, to see him alive and well again.

So she sat there for a long time, thinking. In the end, she grabbed her phone and dialed Grace Lancaster's number. The phone rang twice before it was hung up. When she tried calling again, the line was dead.

Cynthia understood Grace's feelings. Her husband had nearly died for another woman. What could she expect from Grace except hatred?

Not giving up, Cynthia called William S. Lancaster. On the other end of the line, William sighed repeatedly. A joyful birthday celebration had turned into chaos, and they had nearly lost an excellent son-in-law. His mood was just as bad.

"Cynthia, you know how your second sister is. I can't do anything with her. Now she won't even let us visit. She spends all day locked up, waiting by Vince's side!"

William's words left Cynthia feeling disappointed, and she hung up the phone.

Finally, she gathered her courage and called Karl. As soon as she explained her intent, the phone was snatched away. It was Vincent's mother on the other end, sobbing uncontrollably. Her usual high-handedness and arrogance were gone, replaced by a raw, desperate plea.

She begged, her voice breaking, with no regard for her usual dignity:

"Cynthia, I beg you, please let my Vince go! I know it was wrong to tear you two apart back then, but now Vince is married, and you've married too. Please stop tormenting him!"

Vincent's mother was crying on the other end of the line, her voice full of distress:

"Grace's child is gone, and Vince almost lost his life for you this time. Cynthia, the Danny family owes you, and now it's paid in full. I know this is my own doing, and I can't blame anyone but myself. From now on, I just want everything to be peaceful for the Danny family. You and Vince, from now on, should act as strangers!"

Cynthia could tell that she was genuinely afraid, but what did it mean for her to let them go? Wasn't everything the Danny family was facing now their own doing?

In the end, she couldn't get any help from Karl or the others. Desperate, she dressed quickly and ran out to the hospital. Bonnie couldn't stop her and followed her. As they were leaving, Cynthia sent a quick message to that man.

In the VIP intensive care unit.

The entire floor had been taken over by the Danny family, and there were bodyguards stationed every few steps outside Vincent's room. As soon as Cynthia and Bonnie exited the elevator, they were stopped. Cynthia quickly explained her purpose to the guard.

The guard simply said expressionlessly, "Mr. Lancaster has given orders. No one is allowed to visit without his permission." Bonnie, impatient as usual, started arguing with the guard. Perhaps the noise disturbed those in the room, because soon, Grace Lancaster came out with a stern expression.

Behind her walked a man in a brown coat, his demeanor cold. His short hair, thick eyebrows, piercing eyes, and well-defined nose gave him a refined, aristocratic air.

When Cynthia saw the man behind Grace, she froze. His expression was calm and detached, as if they were strangers, not the closest of spouses.

Cynthia couldn't bring herself to pay attention to him. She hadn't forgotten how, just before she lost consciousness, she and he had been arguing fiercely about their divorce. She stepped forward, pleading with Grace Lancaster:

"Sister, please let me see Vince for just a moment. I just want to make sure he's okay!"

Her throat hadn't fully recovered, and her voice was still hoarse and rough. The pain in her tone echoed eerily down the silent corridor.

Grace Lancaster pushed her away coldly, saying, "I can tell you, he's fine! You don't need to see him."

She turned and started heading toward the elevator, and the man behind her followed.

Cynthia urgently blocked Grace's path, grabbing her arm and pleading desperately, "Sister, I know it's my fault that Vince almost lost his life, but you can't take away my right to visit him!"

Grace Lancaster looked down at Cynthia's hand that was gripping her arm and coldly said, "He's asleep now. I'm his wife, and I have the right to refuse anyone who might disturb him."

Those words shattered all of Cynthia's hopes. Of course, Grace had the right to decide everything for him; after all, she was his wife, while Cynthia was just a despised woman in everyone's eyes.

Seeing Cynthia frozen, unmoving, Grace Lancaster shrugged her off and walked toward the elevator. Behind her, the bodyguards rushed forward to remove the obstruction. Cynthia, caught off guard, was roughly shoved to the ground. Bonnie quickly rushed to help her up.

"Cynthia!"

Cynthia sat there in a daze. When she looked up, she met the cold, indifferent gaze of the man standing behind Grace. His eyes looked down at her, as if mocking her shame, or perhaps pitying her pitiful state. She lowered her head in defeat, leaning on Bonnie for support to rise.

As they walked out of the hospital, Bonnie angrily scolded her, "Cynthia, just wait for Vincent to recover and be discharged. Then you can find a chance to thank him properly. Why are you so foolish, pressing yourself to please them now?"

Bonnie was still furious, thinking about Grace Lancaster's cold demeanor, and Albert Wilson's indifferent attitude earlier made her even more enraged.

Maybe Cynthia's marriage to that man had truly been a mistake. What could possibly sustain a marriage devoid of love?

As they exited the hospital, Cynthia unexpectedly spotted his distinctive car parked at the entrance. Through the slightly lowered window, she could see flickering lights, perhaps the glow of a cigarette. Bonnie, noticing it too, hastily muttered that she had school matters to attend to and excused herself.