Chapter 1115 - 1107: Aiden Shaw Is in Trouble (1)

Chapter 1115: Chapter 1107: Aiden Shaw Is in Trouble (1)

After so many days of anxiety and uncertainty, Aiden Shaw sent her a message for the first time.

It was like a treasure found.

It felt as if fresh blood flowed into her veins, reenergizing her.

Tiana Thorne listened to it repeatedly before putting down her phone, then glanced at the already asleep Linden Hawthorne.

The blanket wasn’t adequately covering him.

Worried, she got up and adjusted the blanket. Just as she was about to leave, Linden Hawthorne grabbed her wrist.

Held it tightly.

Tiana was momentarily taken aback, and Linden Hawthorne, in his sleep, anxiously murmured, "Poppy, don’t leave."

He was having a nightmare.

In the nightmare, Tiana was taken away by someone, severing the ties between them in that instant.

"Never leave again."

In his sleep, Linden Hawthorne’s voice was dry and husky, his brows furrowed together, and he seemed in pain.

In front of Tiana, Linden Hawthorne always appeared gentle and healing, lending a hand when she was at her most difficult.

Thus, she overlooked his vulnerabilities and didn’t see what he truly needed.

In his dream, he was saying "Don’t go."

Thinking back to those events from the past, for her, weren’t they also a nightmare?

Tiana didn’t move, feeling unsettled inside as she sat by Linden Hawthorne, staring at his handsome, gentle face.

She just wished he would recover quickly.

She held his hand and softly said, "I won’t leave."

At this moment, Linden Hawthorne finally fell into a deep silence.

No longer calling out Tiana’s name in the nightmare.

... ⅇℓ.

Far away abroad, Aiden Shaw, who had fallen into a coma, was being pushed into the operating room.

At that moment, his face was covered in blood, but fortunately, his handsome and well-defined features prevented him from looking too pitiful.

Aiden Shaw could only sense the glaring light shining on his eyes, discomfort filling him, dryness in his throat, his hand reaching to grab something, but all he felt was air.

He wanted to speak, but his mouth felt blocked, and he couldn’t get the words out.

His awareness was too clouded, and all he could hear was a buzzing noise by his ear, striving to hear Tiana Thorne’s voice amidst it all.

As if it were the only lifeline sustaining him.

"Sixteen..."

"Sixteen..."

With all his might, Aiden Shaw’s mouth uttered these two words.

Only, the voice was deep and weak.

A soft hand slipped into Aiden Shaw’s hand, and instinctively, he tightened his grip.

Perry White said, "I’m here, I’m here."

She was worried Aiden Shaw felt alone, desperately wanting him to know there was someone beside him.

He needn’t worry too much.

Aiden Shaw forced his eyes open, too fatigued, he only felt a shadow swaying in front of him, long hair, slender figure, fair skin, even her scent almost identical to Tiana Thorne.

"You came." After saying that, Aiden Shaw fell unconscious.

"I’ve come," Perry White quickly responded.

Yet, the hand she held slipped away and she could no longer hold on.

Aiden Shaw was pushed into the operating room, and Perry White wished to stay with him a bit longer, following inside.

The doctor stopped her, his expression blank and spoke in English, "Ma’am, you’re injured, please get your wounds treated, we will take care of the gentleman inside."

Perry White’s eyes chased after Aiden Shaw’s direction, standing on tiptoe just to catch one more glimpse of him, her face pale, yet she persevered: "I’m fine, I want to see him, he was calling me just now, I can’t leave him alone."

No matter her battered appearance, hair unkempt, she’d long lost the demeanor of an elegant lady.