Caroline Webb felt an unfamiliar fear mixed with rage overtaking her. Trembling, she couldn’t help but glance backward subconsciously—
She recognized the faces of the private doctors and the entire medical team engaged in the emergency treatment all too well. In her previous life, this very group had pretended to be benevolent doctors and nurses, deceiving her into believing that Dennis Webb was her savior. They had tricked her into signing the donor agreement, ultimately taking her eyes!
Had the Webb family employed them as their private team the whole time?
She had thought her death was orchestrated solely by Dennis and Josie, but now she realized there were far more potential culprits lurking in the shadows. Was the entire Webb family involved in her murder?
Faces from the past, both familiar and despised, flickered through Caroline's mind. How many of them had blood on their hands?
Was anyone truly innocent?
Could it be… Simon?
A sudden ring jolted Caroline from her thoughts. With trembling hands, she answered the call, and another shock hit her: Simon was awake.
How could Simon be awake this early?
From her past life’s memory, he was supposed to remain in a coma for another three months!
As she traveled back to the Webb family estate, nestled against the majestic backdrop of the Alps, Caroline tried to organize her chaotic thoughts. Her priority was to appease Simon; she needed to maintain her position as Mrs. Webb until her revenge was complete.
For now, Josie and Dennis were manageable, and Caroline planned to dig deeper to uncover just how many members of the Webb family were involved in her past life’s murder. She intended to make them all pay.
Despite her mental preparation, Caroline hesitated at the bedroom doorway before stepping in, where Simon’s deep gaze unexpectedly met hers.
Even in a wheelchair, dressed simply in black pajamas, Simon exuded authority, every movement reminiscent of a monarch.
He was indeed awake. His nearly perfect face, with refined features and deep, languid eyes, bore an unspoken command.
Oh no.
His look made it clear: he did not like her!
Caroline remembered well. She had once aided Dennis everywhere to repay a debt, and even before marriage, she hadn’t been friendly to this uncle. Simon, it seemed, held a grudge!
As she deliberated on what to say, Simon suddenly moved, slowly raising his arm toward her.
Caroline widened her eyes, hesitating before tentatively placing her hand over his—
Simon’s warm, dry hand gradually closed around hers, holding it tightly, gently rubbing a few times.
Then, he spread her slender fingers and intertwined them with his.
Was he… seeking comfort from her?
“You—”
“Well, well, Mrs. Webb, you’re back? It seems you and Mr. Webb share quite the connection. He just woke up and is already eager to hold your hand.”
Doctors and nurses entered with medical instruments, conducting a full check-up on Simon. They explained, “Mr. Webb is awake but not fully recuperated.”
“What does that mean?” Caroline asked.
She soon found out.
Though Simon had opened his eyes and could move, he wasn’t like a healthy person. He resembled more an eight or nine-year-old child, communicating through gestures, unable to speak or think as he used to, much less work.
He seemed to trust and rely on Caroline. Throughout the examination, Simon clung to Caroline's hand, intertwining their fingers, his eyes fixed on her, making Caroline blush.
Once the doctors and nurses left, Simon gently tugged her hand, wanting her closer.
Caroline's heart raced as she leaned in and was promptly pulled into his embrace!
Simon’s strong arms encircled her waist, his face nestled against her soft blouse, the tip of his nose brushing against her stomach in a gesture that was both dependent and affectionate.
Caroline’s face turned crimson, the quiet bedroom now echoing only her pounding heart.
“Do you… like this?”
Caroline waved their interlocked fingers in front of Simon.
He nodded slowly, like a big, loyal dog unwilling to let go of something precious.
Caroline felt a secret thrill. Simon, of all people—the one regarded as an adversary. Even in her previous life’s high moments, she never dared to imagine what sort of incredible woman could marry him.
And now—
“Could you… call me sister?”
Simon looked up, his deep black eyes reflecting unexpected emotion. He moved his lips and hoarsely murmured one word at a time: “Sis… ter.”
Caroline suddenly recalled Josie’s words before she died in her previous life: Simon Webb was willing to give her half of the Webb estate.
On impulse, she asked Simon, “If everyone wanted me dead, and half of the Webb estate could save me, would you do it?”
Simon nestled closer, hugging her even tighter, “I want you, only you.”
