"Get out of my room," Yvonne demanded.
"Don't reject me. If you do, you will regret it." Dennis warned.
He closed the distance between them, gripping her shoulder tightly.
"Let me go," Yvonne pleaded, struggling to free herself from his grasp. She managed to break free, pushing him away and making a dash for the door.
The room felt suffocating, and the urgency to escape overwhelmed her. Yvonne's heart raced as she fled from Dennis and didn" know where to go.
Yvonne's was gasping for air as if she were on the verge of collapse. Stopping abruptly to catch her breath, she glanced back, finding relief in the fact that Dennis wasn't following her anymore.
She sat down on a chair in front of a grocery store. The brief relief was shattered when, minutes later, she spotted him approaching. Panic set in, propelling her to her feet as she started running once more. The urgency in her steps heightened as she neared the road, intending to cross it for safety.
However, Dennis pursued her relentlessly, and as she reached the intersection, the traffic light displayed a green signal. Desperation was etched across her face. Yvonne wished for the light to turn red, allowing her a chance to cross.
Yvonne almost felt the grasp of Dennis closing in when the light finally turned red and she crossed the road, but in a cruel twist of fate, a white van moved swiftly into her path, hitting her immediately.
Bleeding and in pain, Yvonne's thoughts raced. Was she going to die? Will she finally meet her grandpa and her sister?
"That was perfect!" Dennis exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "If you had accepted me, maybe I wouldn't have taken this drastic decision and I would have helped you. But since you rejected me, I have no choice but to do that."
Dennis turned around, watching Yvonne being carried into the ambulance. His attention then shifted as he walked back to the house, reaching for his phone. He sent a text to Kate, confirming that it was done, and then settled on the couch, immersing himself in music.
The night passed, and Dennis remained asleep on the couch until Javier's arrival at 6 a.m. Javier, finding him there, woke him up with a questioning expression.
"Why are you sleeping here?" Javier inquired.
Dennis yawned.
"You're back. How did it go? Was he crazy?" Dennis asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"I don't know. I just sent a psychiatrist to him to see if he is really crazy or if he is pretending." Javier explained.
Dennis nodded in acknowledgment as they discussed. However, their conversation was interrupted when Javier's phone rang, displaying an unknown number. It was the same number that had called him before, when he was with Nadia's father. Deciding to answer, he picked up the call.
"Who is this?"
The voice on the other end revealed shocking news. It was the general hospital informing him that Yvonne had been in an accident and was in their hospital. The news sent a jolt through Javier; he had thought she was safely in the house. How could she have gotten into an accident?
"What happen?" Dennis asked after Javier had ended the call.
"Yvonne got into an accident."
"What?"
Dennis quickly stood up and was the first one to open the door to go to the hospital.
They rushed to the hospital, desperation etched on Javier's face as he approached the front desk to inquire about Yvonne. The person at the front desk directed them to the doctor in charge.
"Doctor, how is she?" Javier blurted out.
"She is in a coma, and we will do our best to give her and the unborn child the necessary care they deserve," the doctor explained, attempting to offer some reassurance.
Javier, overwhelmed by the news, struggled to find words. As he was about to say something, Helen rushed to them.
"What happened to my friend?" Helen asked urgently.
Javier didn't say anything and walked away. Dennis, prepared to follow him, was stopped by Javier.
"She is in a coma, so we will do everything we can to help her." Dennis reassured her.
Tears streamed down Helen's face as the weight of the situation sank in. "Yvonne....how can it be?" She lamented, her voice trembling. she said, as she was sniffing. "She was alright; who could have thought something would happen to her in that moment?"
She gazed at the doctor, and asked, "Doctor, will she ever wake up from coma? I mean, people who are in a coma never make it out alive."
Dennis tugged at Helen's T-shirt. She removed his hand.
"We are monitoring her condition, and so I can't say anything about whether she will wake up. Sorry about that, but I will leave you guys now."
The doctor departed, leaving Helen wiping away her tears.
"I never knew you were so good at acting; you should have been an actress instead of a manager," he remarked as he folded his arms.
"I know, right?" Helen replied. "Actress seems to be my calling, but unfortunately, someone decides to be an actress due to her grandfather and not an artist, and it will be unfair if I do not help her because she will say I am ungrateful after what she has done for me."
"I understand." Dennis nodded in understanding. "But you should be careful since you seem to be happy she is in a coma."
"Read my lips. I am more than happy, and I will even be happier if she dies," she retorted, rolling her eyes at him before leaving.
Meanwhile, outside the hospital, Javier stood, his expression filled with concern, as he made a call to one of his men to find out about the accident. Unbeknownst to him, Helen overheard the conversation, and a smirk played on her lips as she glanced in the direction from which she had come.