NovelEnglishChapter 882
However, John didn't stop and promptly got back on his feet to fight the black-clad man.
Beside them, Nana was left stunned in fear.
When she tried to run up to John and stop him, he had already leapt forward at the black-clad man,
whose knife was covered in his blood.
"John, no!" Cordy shrieked-he would never win against the black-clad man, not when he was unarmed!
She could only watch as the black-clad man swung his knife at John's heart, and her face sank in
terror.
"No!"
There was a dull thud as the edge of the knife met flesh, but John wasn't stabbed.
He found himself staring in disbelief as Nana jumped in front of him, and the black-clad man plunged
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It could be lethal whether it was her chest, and the world turned silent right there and then.
And after dealing that potentially lethal blow, the black-clad man turned and fled into the crowd.
"Nana!" John shouted.
Cordy was staring fixedly at Nana too, watching as the latter's face turned pale.
"L-Lucas..." Nana smiled feebly. "You're safe... That's all that matters..."
"Nana..."
Nana fainted, and John yelled again, "Nana!"
Cordy watched beside them as John cradled Nana in his arms; soon, he fainted by the road as well.
There was no telling if he was in too much grief, or was too hurt...
Somehow, the two people uninvolved in the accident were in an even more serious condition...
The ambulances arrived quickly enough, and rushed everyone to the hospital.
Sean's poor chauffeur was declared dead on the spot-he never had much of a chance anyway, since
the front of the car was almost nonexistent from the crash.
Both Cordy and Sean weren’t hurt in the vitals or missing any limbs despite their serious injuries. As for
the four people in the other two cars in the pile-up, three were dead with one seriously injured, since
their cars offered less protection.
John remained unconscious; the doctor said that the reason was a serious concussion, while
sustaining shallow cuts over the rest of his body.
Nana was rushed straight to surgery-she wasn't stabbed in the heart, but she might not be able to
survive such a serious injury with her unique physical condition.
Two days passed. Cordy could get out of bed, but remained wheelchair bound.
Dicky wheeled her to the ICU.
He had been staying with Cordy after he was brought to the hospital, staying by her side constantly
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They saw John lying motionlessly in his bed, his face frighteningly pale.
The doctor said that John should be conscious for all intents and purposes, but there were still
uncertainties. If he didn’t wake up for a week, he might end up in a vegetative state.
That was why this week was vital.
The doctor added that talking to John might help him wake up, but Cordy had no idea what to say when
he forgot so much of his past.
Their more recent encounters were also too recent for him to remember anything of significance.
Nonetheless, she said, "John... I'm still calling you that, you know? You're not Lucas-you're John
Levine, the former scion of Levine Ventures, the father of my son, and the love of my life.”
John didn't respond, but Cordy continued, "I've been waiting for you all these years, even if I didn't
know that you were actually alive. That's why you can't leave me now. Don't be so cruel, John... Don't
leave me again when I'm full of hope..."
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