Elisa had a dream. In the dream, she saw Autumn, who smiled and reached out her hand to Elisa. As Elisa reached for her hand, the space between Autumn’s fingers became thin, and an endless cold wind passed through Elisa’s fingertips.
“Elisa, I can’t take you home this time. You have to find your own way home,” Autumn said with a smile.
Elisa looked at Autumn’s face. Her smile gradually became transparent, as if it would be blown away with the wind at any moment.
“Autumn… I won’t cry, I don’t want candy apples, and I don’t want you to carry me… Don’t leave me… I have nothing left, just a dream from more than ten years ago. I’ve been wrong for sixteen whole years. Don’t let me keep making mistakes…”
She was in so much pain. The wind in the dream seemed to have turned into a blade, tearing her apart inside and out. She was in tatters, but the most unbearable pain was in her heart.
She lay on the ground, her ten fingers pierced with steel needles, blood flowing all around. She watched helplessly as a bullet pierced Autumn’s chest. She couldn’t do anything, not even stop the kidnappers from throwing him into the sea.
The scene in the dream shifted. She was tied to a cross, and a man with a ghostly mask, his hazel eyes gleaming, held an syringe, injecting transparent liquid into her veins.
Controlling her mind, preventing her from fainting, watching him use forceps and dry ice to brand her body.
“Don’t touch me… It hurts. Please, kill me. Hamish, save me… Don’t send me away… Hamish, why won’t you answer my calls? Please pick up the phone… I beg you…” Her body trembled violently from the pain.
What crime had she committed to deserve such excruciating torment? She only wanted to live a good life, to marry the boy she loved since childhood.
She longed for a normal life, hoping to smile every day, but now everything had been destroyed by the man she had been married to for five years.
Despair after despair, sinking into pain, trying to console herself with false strength, she had never thought about how brilliant life could be, only wanting to live the rest of her time quietly. Why did they have to be so cruel to her?
Tears fell one by one, and Elisa uttered, “It hurts,” from her throat.
Hamish, standing by the bedside, felt his heart race uncontrollably. Fear surged like a tide, wave after wave, and he quickly rang for the doctors to come.
In just two minutes, five or six doctors hurried over.
“Mr. Burns, what happened to her just now?”
“She just said it hurts.”
The leading doctor wiped the cold sweat from his face and came in to conduct a series of examinations on Elisa. After confirming that her body had returned to normal, he said, “Mr. Burns, your wife’s brain nerves just reacted, so it’s normal for her to feel pain, after all, she’s not in a vegetative state anymore.”
Elisa waking up within three months was nothing short of a miracle. Four hours ago, when tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, Hamish hastily called the doctors in the hospital.
But she still hadn’t opened her eyes, and Hamish was very uneasy, afraid that she would fall asleep again. Hearing her fragmented dream talk, his heart felt as if it was being crushed.
“When will she wake up?”
“Within twenty-four hours.”
Expressing his concerns, Hamish asked, “If she doesn’t wake up on time, will she fall into a coma again?”
It was possible, but the probability was very low. The doctor reassured him, “Mr. Burns, rest assured.”
Elisa would wake up, and Hamish, relieved, also became more anxious.
From Elisa’s dream talk just now, he vaguely heard “Autumn.” Did she already know everything?
Reaching this conclusion, Hamish felt a chill run down his spine. Combining Elisa’s dream talk with the injuries on her body, Hamish could already guess what had happened.
Autumn was with Elisa before the incident, and as for what happened afterwards, and why there were traces of Autumn in Cassia Bay, it was definitely related to someone behind the scenes.
What had happened during those ten missed calls? The ten fingers that Elisa had lost…
Suddenly, Hamish realized something and pressed his hand against his forehead.
This was all his fault!
When Elisa woke up, how would he face her? How could he confess that it wasn’t him who had saved her and taken her home fifteen years ago, but Autumn? But Autumn was already dead.
She had long buried deep resentment towards him, and now it had turnedinto deep-seated hatred.
The former Hamish had thought he was afraid of nothing and could solve anything. But now he realized he was afraid of many things.
He was afraid Elisa wouldn’t wake up, afraid she would leave him, afraid she would collapse when she learned the truth, afraid she wouldn’t want him anymore…
Hamish stood by the bed, feeling a weight he had never experienced before, trembling even in his breathing.
“Elisa…” In the quiet hospital room, Hamish’s hoarse voice was filled with regret and anguish.
As if hearing her name, Elisa, with her eyes tightly shut, her distinct eyelashes trembling, struggled to open her eyes. When her blurred vision focused on Hamish’s face, she suddenly widened her eyes. Her once clear eyes became dull, enveloped in fear.