Chapter 959 - 462: Life and Death Matter

Chapter 959: Chapter 462: Life and Death Matter

Competitions also depend on luck.

The four of them discussed heatedly, all feeling confident about this time.

...

At this time, Lawrence Winters was alone in Alice Blythe’s bedroom with Mr. and Mrs. Blythe.

Mrs. Blythe walked to the bedside, tucked Alice in, and looked at her fixedly, as if she couldn’t get enough of looking at her.

Lawrence Winters saw the same loving expression on her face that he recognized from his own mother’s face.

All loving mothers in the world are the same...

He marveled in his heart, walking to Mrs. Blythe’s side with his hands behind his back, watching the sleeping Alice who wouldn’t wake.

He had a habit of looking at people’s faces instinctively.

With one glance, his heart suddenly sank.

Just now, Alice didn’t have a short-life face.

But in just one hour, the "short-life lines" had appeared on her face.

He glanced at Mrs. Blythe’s face again and saw the "broken central line," this was a sign of extinction...

This meant that, from face reading alone, Alice would die, and after her death, Mr. and Mrs. Blythe would not have any more children.

Could it be that she really won’t wake up?

Lawrence Winters closed his eyes briefly and then reopened them, carefully examining Alice’s facial features again.

Sure enough, in less than an hour, Alice developed "short-life lines."

It seemed her condition had deteriorated considerably in this hour.

The time they had left to save her was indeed running out.

Lawrence Winters’ palms began to sweat.

However, he discreetly clenched his hands into fists and put them back in his pants pockets, and seriously said, "Mr. Blythe, Mrs. Blythe, I hope you can tell me the truth, how much do you really know about Miss Blythe’s condition?"

"We’ve told you everything we can say." Mrs. Blythe looked at him calmly, full of dependence and trust, "Great Heavenly Master Winters, we truly believe in you. Only you can awaken Alice, and only you can keep her alive."

Lawrence Winters’ eyebrows furrowed slightly.

There was more to Mrs. Blythe’s words, but Lawrence was a bit confused.

He didn’t understand where Mrs. Blythe’s mysterious trust in him came from.

He was sure that he had never met Mr. and Mrs. Blythe before.

And this was his first time going abroad.

Mr. and Mrs. Blythe had never been to his country.

Could they really trust him just based on the number of fans and rewards he received from watching live broadcasts?

Lawrence didn’t believe it one bit.

Yet Mr. and Mrs. Blythe showed no sign of continuing to speak.

Lawrence looked at Mr. Blythe, then at Mrs. Blythe.

The hope and devoutness in their eyes made his scalp tingle a little.

He steadied himself and suggested, "Mr. Blythe, could you step outside for a moment? I want to check under Miss Blythe’s covers."

Mr. Blythe quickly responded, "No problem, I’ll guard the door outside, you can check thoroughly."

He hurried out of the room and indeed stood guard at the door to Alice’s bedroom.

Lawrence nodded to Mrs. Blythe, "If you please."

Mrs. Blythe stepped back, allowing Lawrence to approach Alice’s bed.

Alice lay flat on the bed, wearing a fresh-looking sleep cap that gathered all her hair inside, exposing only her smooth forehead and fair face.

Even her ears were tucked inside the sleep cap.

Lawrence felt Alice’s forehead with his hand and found her body temperature fairly normal, and there was a faint breath from her nose.

Her complexion looked relatively rosy, suggesting she hadn’t reached the point of exhaustion yet.

The short-life line had just appeared and hadn’t reached the point of no return yet.

Lawrence’s hand slid down from Alice’s forehead to her neck artery.

There was still a faint pulse, blood was circulating strongly, and the heart was contracting normally.

Next, Lawrence lifted her cover.

Alice was wearing a wine-red silk nightgown, lying properly on the bed.

Her skin was as white as snow, her legs straight, her hands clasped and resting on her abdomen.

Lying flat perfectly straight.

But this position was very unsettling.

Lawrence casually said, "Usually, people don’t sleep in this position. This is the position of someone headed towards the Extreme Western World."

Mrs. Blythe’s eyes turned red as she murmured, "Why? Why would she do this?"

"Who is he? Who is she? Male he, or female she?" Lawrence quickly picked up on Mrs. Blythe’s slip.

Mrs. Blythe hurriedly said, "I meant Alice... Why would she sleep in this position?"

Lawrence: "..."

You’re asking me, but who am I supposed to ask?

Lawrence felt a bit of a headache.

He continued to examine Alice’s physical condition, moving her leg, lifting her arm, and even checking the soles of her feet, but there was nothing unusual.

The bed sheets were plain white with beige stripes, made of Egyptian cotton, and felt excellent to the touch, like high-quality silk.