Her Scissors Cut My Hair, But His Betrayal Cut Deeper - Chapter 133: Chapter 133
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Torrance and Harbor City were close enough that the Blake family car brought me to Harbor City Hospital quite quickly.
Vincent's cousin, Alice, came out to greet me.
"Madison, my brother's situation is... rather unique. I'm sorry for any discomfort this causes you..."
I gently patted her hand. "It's alright. I've prepared myself mentally."
The decision was mine alone. Since I'd agreed to marry him, I would make the best of it.
At the hospital room door, I took a deep breath and pushed it open.
I froze in place.
A tall, broad-shouldered man stood before me. Though dressed casually, his dignified, austere presence was unmistakable.
"Hello, I'm Vincent."
I looked up at his chiseled face, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.
"You... you're not..." I stammered.
The words "in a vegetative state" felt too harsh to speak aloud, especially facing this clearly vibrant man.
"Ah, Madison, this is what I needed to explain," Alice began carefully.
From her explanation, I learned the full story.
The car accident was real, and Vincent had been seriously injured, but he'd regained consciousness quickly and recovered well.
Vincent suspected someone had orchestrated the accident to seize control of his business interests.
So he deliberately spread false information about being in a vegetative state to draw out his enemies.
He'd kept even most of the Blake family in the dark about his true condition.
Since the Blakes held tremendous power in Torrance, Vincent had transferred to Harbor City Hospital for further treatment to maintain the deception.
"Madison, I apologize for putting you through this," the man's voice had a metallic quality to it.
"We can't announce our marriage or hold a ceremony yet, but I promise this situation will end soon. When it does, I'll give you the grand wedding you deserve."
Meeting Vincent's intense, sincere gaze, I nodded, feeling my face flush.
Alice tactfully left the room.
Vincent slowly moved closer, gently brushing aside the stray hairs from my forehead.
"Madison, you're just as beautiful as I remember."
"When did you..." Before I could finish my question, his warm lips silenced mine.
The kiss was tender yet passionate, lingering long after we parted.
Vincent's cousin, Alice, came out to greet me.
"Madison, my brother's situation is... rather unique. I'm sorry for any discomfort this causes you..."
I gently patted her hand. "It's alright. I've prepared myself mentally."
The decision was mine alone. Since I'd agreed to marry him, I would make the best of it.
At the hospital room door, I took a deep breath and pushed it open.
I froze in place.
A tall, broad-shouldered man stood before me. Though dressed casually, his dignified, austere presence was unmistakable.
"Hello, I'm Vincent."
I looked up at his chiseled face, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.
"You... you're not..." I stammered.
The words "in a vegetative state" felt too harsh to speak aloud, especially facing this clearly vibrant man.
"Ah, Madison, this is what I needed to explain," Alice began carefully.
From her explanation, I learned the full story.
The car accident was real, and Vincent had been seriously injured, but he'd regained consciousness quickly and recovered well.
Vincent suspected someone had orchestrated the accident to seize control of his business interests.
So he deliberately spread false information about being in a vegetative state to draw out his enemies.
He'd kept even most of the Blake family in the dark about his true condition.
Since the Blakes held tremendous power in Torrance, Vincent had transferred to Harbor City Hospital for further treatment to maintain the deception.
"Madison, I apologize for putting you through this," the man's voice had a metallic quality to it.
"We can't announce our marriage or hold a ceremony yet, but I promise this situation will end soon. When it does, I'll give you the grand wedding you deserve."
Meeting Vincent's intense, sincere gaze, I nodded, feeling my face flush.
Alice tactfully left the room.
Vincent slowly moved closer, gently brushing aside the stray hairs from my forehead.
"Madison, you're just as beautiful as I remember."
"When did you..." Before I could finish my question, his warm lips silenced mine.
The kiss was tender yet passionate, lingering long after we parted.
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