The doctor was dazed, so it was Jen who spoke first.
"Wh... how did it go?"
Then the doctor swallowed his saliva without realizing it and said.
"Clearly... The bleeding was obviously very severe, so I thought there was a high possibility that he would die of shock on his way here, however... The bleeding wasn't as bad as I thought, surprisingly..."
"..."
"Unless there is a spell......"
The doctor, who was speaking as if he was lost, turned his gaze to Violet. On the contrary, Violet turned pale, as if she had been robbed of her blood. The nape of her neck, which was once milky, became pitifully pale, revealing her blue veins.
At that time, Hayel, who arrived at the hospital just in time, suddenly intervened.
"So, does that mean it's okay?"
When he asked, the doctor answered thoughtfully.
"The bullets were removed. I can't guarantee, but I think there's a good chance that he will regain consciousness."
The moment Violet heard those words, she let out a rough breath.
Jen crouched down next to Violet as if she had been waiting for those words.
"If he is the CEO, he will definitely recover. He is so strong!"
"Yes. You're right. You're really right."
When Violet's face returned to life, albeit slightly, Jen couldn't resist and hugged her. Behind Violet's back, Flip was raising and lowering her hand without even touching her fingertips.
Both of them were speechless as their precious little lady cried on the cold floor.
While the three were pouring out their emotions, Hayel took out the envelope he always carried with him and gave it to the doctor, specifying in advance what he would say In response to the reporters. He added at the end that he should never say useless things like witchcraft because it is discriminatory.
Only then did Violet feel grateful to Hayel, who didn't even have time to be sad because she, his wife, was busy taking care of the things that had to be done. So, Violet stood up against the wall to thank him but felt extreme dizziness and fell down in her seat.
"Little madam!"
The three people screamed at the same time, but Violet was actually happy.
This feeling of having all the blood drained from her body was the same as the day six-year-old Violet encountered a boy suffering from heart disease. The boy wasn't the only person she wanted to hurt in her life, but he was the only person who could actually hurt for her.
Hayel hurriedly helped Violet and spoke worriedly.
"Could you possibly give a statement to the officers?"
"Oh, I have to do it, the statement. Where is Carison?"
"He's in the hospital."
"So, where?"
Hayel flinched unconsciously at Violet's quiet voice. Violet believed that even if something unfair happened, the most accurate way was to calmly report it to the police officer and wait quietly.
However, she now had an expression on her face that made anyone aware that she wanted personal revenge. Hayel cleared his throat and continued speaking.
"The officers are in the building next to this hospital. They say you can't put the victim and the perpetrator in the same hospital.. but other hospitals are too far away."
"There is a possibility that Ash will look after him."
"Yes?"
"Since this was committed while under the influence of drugs, shouldn't the police also investigate the distribution route of the drugs? So Ash will step in and try to silence the officer."
"Well, he sure won't just be released, right?"
"At most, it would be deportation from the country."
Hayel's expression distorted at her words. Just because he often contradicted his superiors and always took the little madam's side, it didn't mean that he had any regard for Winter Blooming. On the contrary, he considered Winter to be his benefactor, who transformed his life from a pitiful abyss into a life where he could live whatever he wanted although he did not give him the time to live it.
Violet said.
"It will take some time for my husband to recover In the meantime, it would be a good idea to make a statement. Before my memories fade further."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"It's okay. Go now."
No part of Violet seemed okay when she said that. All three of them except her were certain that if Winter were awake right now, he would have grabbed his wife's arms and tied them up so that she could not move.
Violet was relatively resistant to pain. Her health was always poor, and for the three years after her marriage, all of her illnesses were called feigned illness, which raised the standard for being sick.
Violet looked as pale as a corpse and quickly regained her straight gait. The sight of her walking gracefully down the hallway was mysterious even to the eyes of the three people who saw her every day.
Jen, who was watching Hayel hurriedly catch up and guide her to the officer, whispered to Flip.
"Flip, how can our little madam be like that?"
Even though there were no proper expressions for how, such a person, Flip nodded several times as if he understood and sympathized with everything.
***
Hayel asked with a confident expression as he moved to the next building.
"What the little madam said What happened when you were six years old happened again this time?"
As Violet nodded silently, Hayel sighed.
"CEO, he owes his life to the little madam several times."
"Isn't it something that happens anyway because of that person's lineage? When my husband wakes up, I think we should go to Alika together to find out more about what happened."
"Alika Access may not be easy. I heard they also reject mixed-race people."
"Oh my."
The two people stopped in front of the building next door and Hayel spoke.
"Then I'll take the officer."
"I'm going straight to the hospital room."
"Oh, no. How dare he threaten the little madame!"
"It's okay, Carlson will be wearing his handcuffs."
Violet comforted Hayel and walked down the quiet hospital hallway. The door to Carlson's room was open. After undergoing surgery to remove the bullet lodged in his arm, Carlson woke up to some extent and was covered in a blanket, shaking his whole body. Both of his wrists were handcuffed and connected to the bed.
Carlson found Violet and looked at her with a blank face.
"Violet?"
Without realizing it, Violet looked through the glass door of the hospital room closet and took out a pair of scissors to cut the bandage from inside. Surprised by her actions, three police officers urgently grabbed Violet's arms.
Violet stopped and looked at Carlson coldly.
"Ma'am! Calm down!"
"You were worried for no reason. Are you worried that I might harm you? You are much more selfish than that."
At her words, the officers as well as Hayel, Jen, and Flip, who had come to stop her, flinched and stopped. It was the first time they saw Violet, who had always been polite, lose her temper and talk like that.
Flip carefully stretched out his hands and very politely grabbed the scissors. His hands were so careful that their hands rarely touched.
Hayel whispered softly in Violet's ear as if reporting to Winter.
"It's in front of the landscape. Don't worry too much because Kanik will handle the process after he is deported."
Only then did Violet relax her hands. Hayel used the word 'process' really casually. Violet inadvertently thought that Winter and Kanik had probably done a lot more illegal things than he knew.
After thinking about that, she felt calmer. As long as Winter lives, Hayel and other Kanik Corporation villains will not leave alone those who attacked Winter Blooming, the company's greatest asset. No matter how much he was the son of the Rowe family, that fact did not change.
So, Carlson Rowe can be left to Kanik. They will either strangle you with wealth or actually strangle you.
Instead, what Violet had to do now was hit the man behind It. She looked at the officers.
"Could you please leave for a moment? I will talk briefly and then make a statement."
"Yes? Ah... Yes. I understand."
Normally, he would never have left behind the victim and the assailant, especially the victim who had the potential to harm the assailant, but the person who had just asked this was the legitimate daughter of the Lawrence family, which conservative police officers still believe to be royal. Her words were not a request but an absolute command, so all the officers bowed their heads and left the hospital room.
As they left, Violet came closer and sat down on the bed. And then she cupped Carlson's cheek with a gentle hand.
"Carlson."
"Yes?"
"You have been stealing everything I have for the three years since I got married. The Iand of Long Leawood that I had. You collected the rent from that land and gave it to Ash, right?"
One by one, step by step. That was Violet Blooming's life and personality. Carlson swallowed dry saliva at her gentle interrogation. Right behind Violet, Hayel was holding the scissors that Flip had managed to grab, ready to stab Carlson at any time if he did harm, but he didn't feel it. In Carlson's eyes, he could only see the woman he had loved since childhood.
"No..."
He barely denied it. Then Violet tilted her head slightly.
"Why are you taking Ash's side? You were always on my side."
"..."
You paid the rent, right? Yes?"
"Violet... I'm really going to die if I talk about this."
"I know."
Violet continued speaking as if she felt sorry for him.
"But it doesn't matter. You pointed a gun at me. And should I worry about your life?"
"..."
As her soft voice strangled his throat, Carlson was finally able to make a decision.
He was not a Winter Blooming. Winter was the only man who could receive forgiveness from Violet. To him, her love was like that, forever a solid thing that she would never turn to another man no matter what he did.
When he remembered that fact, mixed with the extreme futility he felt when waking up from medicine. He really wanted to die.
Carlson looked at Violet who was looking a him in fascination. If there was a King for him, it was Violet Lawrence. From the day he first saw her until now, she has always been like that.
He knew that Ash hated Violet. It was more than Violet knew. Unexpectedly, he felt enormous jealousy towards Violet.
He found out about this not long after Wayne passed away when he saw the coronation practice paper crown that Ash, who was so excited by the thought that he was going to become King, had thrown in front of Violet to write: "No matter what happens, you will never become king."
"Ash. If this is really a crown, you cannot lift it with one hand."
"It's fake, you're stupid."
"I learned that a King should respect his crown, even if it is fake. We must not forget that if we make a rash decision, many people will be harmed."
With wide eyes, Violet picked up the paper crown with both hands and placed it on her head properly and elegantly, just as adults do at coronation ceremonies.
As soon as he saw that, Ach got irritated and broke the crown, and Carlson took in the image with dreamy eyes.
Carlson opened his mouth.
"If I gave the rent for the Long Leewood land to His Highness Ash, His Highness allowed me to obtain medicine through a drug dealer."
"..."
"I don't know if it's proof that what I bought was medicine, but at least the proof documents delivered to His Highness Ash are in a safe hidden on the floor of my private theater in the capital."
"Oh, I guess I can report the fact that my property was stolen."
Violet muttered. After Violet's marriage, Ash always pretends to be a farmer and shows a commoner image.
If there was evidence that a huge amount of rent was being paid to him every month, it was clear that it would be a huge blow to Ash's image.
She said, looking back at Hayel.
"Could you please contact the capital and retrieve the documents?"
"Yes, I will send you a telegram right away."
Hayel rushed out to contact the capital.
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