Chapter 233

It was clear Evander genuinely cared for Odalys, but not because she had healed his leg. No, it was because of something deeper: Percival's condition had worsened, and others were distancing themselves, yet Odalys was the only one who remained by his side. Whether the treatment would work or not, Evander was grateful and respected her for it.

Evander stood watching Percival drive off, his eyes misting. He remained motionless for a while until Dorian hurried over, offering support.

"Evander!" Dorian's voice broke through Evander's thoughts. His stern demeanor softened slightly.

"Odalys is a good woman," Evander murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I just wonder if Percival has the fortune to be with her. I wish for nothing more than for Percival to get better and have a happy life with her. All I want is for my children and grandchildren to be healthy, to live long lives."

Everyone wants their children and grandchildren by their side. But his son was gone, and now Percival was suffering from poisoning—his days seemed numbered. As for Odalys, would she be able to save him? That thought lingered, leaving Evander anxious and uneasy.

"Don't worry, Evander," Dorian reassured him quietly.

After the car disappeared, Evander finally looked away, his mind still unsettled.

At the hospital, in a VIP room, Percival had driven Odalys to the hospital but didn't accompany her to the VIP room. Instead, he went to the lab to meet Orson, parting ways with her there.

The nurse led Odalys down the hall and stopped at the VIP room's door.

"Ms. Stone, this is Mr. Drake's room, and here are the results from earlier," the nurse said respectfully, handing her the documents.

It was clear Orson had arranged for special treatment. Knowing Odalys's impressive medical expertise, the staff treated her with extra warmth. After all, they'd seen her on the variety show, and she had an almost mythical aura in their eyes.

"Thank you," Odalys replied and entered the room.

The room was eerily quiet. In the VIP suite, there was a lounge area, and two beds were placed just outside. Dangelo and Sienna lay in one each, while Stellan reclined on the couch. At the sound of the door opening, Stellan quickly sat up.

"Odalys, you're here?" His voice was hoarse from waking up. He grabbed a glass of water.

"I came to check in. Just got through the danger zone?" Odalys asked quietly.

Stellan nodded and walked over to the beds. His father, covered in blood-stained bandages, had sustained injuries throughout his body—evidently, it had been a severe ordeal.

"Yes, he was just moved here to the VIP room," Stellan said.

Their conversation stirred Sienna from her sleep. As soon as she saw Odalys, she recognized her and tried to sit up, though the pain made it difficult. Weakly, she called out, "Odalys!"

"Mrs. Drake, good to see you," Odalys greeted her gently.

Upon hearing Odalys's voice, Sienna broke into tears.

"I'm so sorry… It's all my fault. When I got the call from Stellan, I didn't take it seriously. I didn't stop him… I thought it was just superstition," Sienna sobbed, the regret suffocating her.

"If I had trusted you even a little, none of this would have happened, and my husband wouldn't be lying here like this," Sienna lamented, her voice filled with sorrow and self-blame. She had never regretted anything so much as she did now. She had been reminded countless times not to go out, to stay in her room and not wander. But for the sake of that deal, she chose to leave. If she could secure this order, handing over the Drake Group to Stellan would carry no more risks. But this one time, it nearly cost both their lives.

Odalys sighed softly, unsure of how to console her. "Mrs. Drake, you don't need to blame yourself. This is the best outcome we could hope for."

Sienna nodded tearfully. "Yes, as long as they're alive, this is the best we could hope for. Stellan told me that."

"Yes, it's because you gave him that talisman that he survived. Otherwise, neither my husband nor my son would have made it through the second explosion," Sienna said, her gratitude overwhelming. "Thank you. Thank you so much," she whispered. She quickly turned to Stellan. "Hurry, get Ms. Stone a chair."

Odalys waved her hand, seeing the woman's frantic movements. "Mrs. Drake, please, calm down. Focus on recovering, and we can talk later."

"Yes, you're right," Sienna said, nodding eagerly. For now, she would believe anything Odalys said. Yesterday, she had seen the light in the car and thought Stellan was doomed, but when he emerged with only a few scratches, her doubts were completely erased. Now, she trusted her completely.

"I'm just here to check in. I have some other things to take care of, but I'll be back later to talk," Odalys said politely.

Sienna, still emotional, nodded vigorously. "Of course, take care of what you need. We'll talk later."

"Stellan, see Ms. Stone out," she called after them.

Stellan watched his mother, a mix of frustration and sadness on his face. She had once been so proud and dignified. Now, her anxiety was hard to bear.

Odalys lowered her voice as they stepped outside the room. "I heard from the hospital that, aside from the physical injuries, your father has been diagnosed with cancer."

"We need to confirm the results again. If my suspicion is correct, then your dad's car accident and his cancer were both deliberate," Odalys stated plainly. Some things just couldn't be kept hidden. If they kept lying, things would only get worse.

"If the car accident was staged, we can investigate, but cancer being…unmade? Are you sure?" Stellan's handsome face darkened slightly, taken aback by this revelation.

"I'm almost certain. Your family is being targeted, Stellan. Think about how you'll explain this to your mother, but remember—this cannot get out. No one can know about this, not even close friends or family," Odalys warned, her tone serious.

Stellan clenched his fists, silence stretching between them for a moment. Then he nodded slowly.

"I'll figure out how to tell her. Don't worry. My mother understands the stakes, especially when it comes to life and death," he said, his resolve hardening.

"Good. You go back to the room now. I'll check on you later," Odalys said quietly.

Stellan opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing. He turned back toward the room, and Odalys was about to find Percival when a sudden figure rushed toward her, blocking her path.

"Odalys, so this is where you've been!" Sophia's voice rang out, frantic and wild. Her hair was disheveled, and she wore a sleek black dress, her makeup immaculate but unable to hide the desperation in her eyes. She glared at Odalys, her eyes bloodshot and fierce.

Odalys frowned, confused by Sophia's sudden outburst. "What's going on?" she asked, taken aback by the confrontation.

Sophia's voice trembled with accusation. "You left us behind yesterday, put us on a different flight, just to humiliate us, didn't you?"