Though paralyzed, still radiantly charming!

Chapter 43: He made it through,It’s a miracle

“Auntie, you look prettier when you smile.” Ethan’s voice was faint, his weak but sunny smile visible through his oxygen mask.

“I’ll definitely get better.”

“Yeah, you will get better.” Scarlett managed a smile, but tears kept streaming down her face.

She wasn’t lying,she had always treated Ethan like her own child.

At this moment, she felt her child had grown up, become strong, but this growth pained and saddened her.

“Auntie, when I can get out of bed, can you take me to see the ocean?” Ethan’s gaze wandered, his voice weak.

“Yes, I promise you,” Scarlett said, her heart aching as she held his hand tightly and pressed it to her lips.

“I also have some collectible figures I like…” Ethan’s voice grew even softer, as if he was on the brink of death.

“Buy, buy…” Scarlett’s tears, which had just stopped, began to flow again. She couldn’t keep her smile anymore and sobbed uncontrollably.

“Ugh.” Ethan suddenly felt a pang of guilt for deceiving his aunt like this.

The atmosphere had reached its peak.

“If… if I can get out of bed, Auntie, would you be my girlfriend?” Ethan’s voice was barely a whisper.

Scarlett was taken aback, watching his increasingly distant gaze.

In that moment, she felt as if life was slipping away from him.

Her heart felt as if it had been hollowed out, a fear like never before rising within her.

It seemed like in the next second, this child would be gone.

“Okay… Ethan, I promise you, as long as you get better, I’ll agree to anything!” Scarlett said, her tears flowing uncontrollably.

“Don’t go… you’re still so young,” she sobbed.

She held Ethan’s hand tightly, her tears falling on his palm.

She dared not let go, fearing that the next second, this hand would slip away lifelessly.

“Ah! Then it’s a deal, no backing out!” Ethan’s voice came through, still weak but noticeably more spirited than before.

“?” Scarlett looked up at Ethan, puzzled at how he suddenly seemed more energetic.

But in a second, she knew why.

This was terminal lucidity.

Hearing her agree to be his girlfriend had triggered it.

Scarlett’s emotions were incredibly mixed, realizing how much her child must love her.

“Mm, I won’t back out.”

Scarlett nodded affirmatively, her heart aching. To be loved like this, what woman wouldn’t be moved?

She had been single for so many years, and in this moment, her heart was touched.

But it was just for a moment.

The emotion that had just risen was quickly washed away by reason,this was her child, after all.

Scarlett felt a strong sense of guilt for even a moment thinking of him as a man.

“So what should I do to get out of bed?” Ethan, noticing the change in his aunt’s expression, asked proactively, wanting to involve her more when he really did get out of bed.

“Ah?” Scarlett was caught off guard by his sudden question, but thinking he was at the end of his life, she said, “Eat your meals on time…”

Her eyes reddened again. As a mother, her basic wish was for her child to eat on time and be healthy.

“Okay.” Ethan nodded. “And maybe if I exercise, I’ll recover faster?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Scarlett saw the flame of hope in his eyes, the longing for a future. She turned her face away, unable to bear seeing such a look in her child’s eyes.

Because she knew, all these beautiful illusions of the future were just delusions of a dying mind.

“Thank you, Auntie, I’ll definitely do as you say.” Ethan smiled. “I feel a lot better now.”

“Yeah, you’ll definitely get better,” Scarlett said, holding his hand.

She held back her tears and grief, waiting for his final moments to pass.

Five minutes…

Ten minutes…

Fifteen minutes…

They just sat there, watching each other.

Ethan wasn’t in a hurry at all. His aunt was beautiful, and he could look at her forever without getting tired.

A full half-hour passed.

Suddenly, the door to the hospital room burst open. Blair stormed in, her eyes wide and breathing heavily, staring straight at Ethan on the bed. Seeing him still able to move, she visibly relaxed.

“How are you feeling?” she asked as she approached the bed.

“I feel really good,” Ethan replied, noticing the sweat on Blair’s forehead and her breathless state, clearly having run all the way here.

He felt a wave of emotion.

Lying on the hospital bed, these small details often touched him deeply.

Scarlett’s tears had dried up, her eyes swollen as she watched Ethan, waiting for his terminal lucidity to end.

Time in the hospital room ticked by, second by second.

The atmosphere gradually shifted from the initial despair of impending separation.

“Auntie, it’s getting late. Why don’t you get some sleep? I’m okay,” Ethan said, now feeling a bit sleepy himself. His body was still weak, despite being artificially enhanced.

“No, it’s okay, I’m not tired,” Scarlett replied, seeing his tired look and knowing that the terminal lucidity was probably coming to an end. Her heart ached again, she held back her tears and managed a smile.

“Okay, then I’ll go to sleep first,” Ethan said, knowing he couldn’t shock everyone too much and needed to take things slowly.

“Okay,” Scarlett said, holding back tears as she watched him close his eyes. The tears she thought had dried up started flowing once again.

Blair, seeing her mother like this, could probably guess that Ethan was not doing well. Her expression turned cold, her fists clenched tightly.

One sister silently cried, while the other’s fists turned white.

Three hours passed like this.

It was now 2 a.m., and the whole world had quieted down.

Scarlett’s head dropped as she dozed off, but she quickly woke up, her face filled with fear as she looked at Ethan on the bed. Seeing him sleeping peacefully, breathing steadily, she finally relaxed.

“Mom, you should sleep,” Blair whispered softly. “I’ll keep watch.”

Scarlett shook her head, her gaze tender as she looked at Ethan. She didn’t want to be asleep if her child was going to lose his life.

But to pass away in his sleep would be a gentle gift from heaven for this poor child.

As the next day dawned and the morning sunlight streamed in, Ethan opened his eyes, feeling refreshed.

Turning his head, he saw Scarlett and Blair, both with red, puffy eyes from lack of sleep.

“He made it through,” Dr. David said, his expression bewildered. “It’s a miracle.”

Scarlett’s expression was complex as she watched the nurses remove Ethan’s oxygen mask. Could it be that his determination to keep last night’s promise had indeed brought him back from the brink of death?