The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70

“Lucille!

Lucille!”

He scooped her up instantly. “Call an ambulance-”

Cedrick’s roar shook the entire top floor.

His voice jolted Lucille awake. Weakly opening her eyes, she gazed at the familiar yet distant face. Her hand lifted, attempting to touch him, but fell limply. A faint smile touched her lips. “Cedrick… If I die… you won’t owe me anything… You’ll… be free… Cedrick… goodbye…”

“Shut up!

Don’t speak!

You won’t die!

I’m taking you to the hospital!”

He sprinted downstairs with her in his arms.

Lucille closed her eyes, the faint smile lingering.

Truthfully, this was her real farewell.

Goodbye, Cedrick…

Inside the elevator, Cedrick stared at her motionless form while frantically pressing buttons, as if that could speed their descent.

“Lucille, stay awake! Open your eyes! Wake up!”

He shouted between desperate jabs at the panel.

Firefighters arrived faster than expected when they reached the lobby.

Cedrick ignored the spreading fire, rushing Lucille into his car toward the nearest hospital.

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Lucille regained consciousness upon arrival. Doctors conducted thorough examinations, finding no burns. Instead, her face was covered in rashes mixed with soot and gray patches from smoke, creating a disfigured appearance,

After cleansing her face with cotton swabs, the physician explained, “These rashes appear allergy–related. The earlier unconsciousness likely stemmed from an allergic reaction too.‘ His tone turned stern. “Anaphylactic shock in a burning building? That’s life–threatening! How could this happen?”

Cedrick looked bewildered. “Allergies?

Lucille, what did you eat?”

Lucille remained silent on the observation room bed.

“Monitor her while we await remaining test results,” the doctor instructed before leaving.

Soot stains still shadowed Lucille’s cleansed face.

Cedrick sat beside her, dabbing alcohol–soaked cotton gently across her skin.

She winced at the sting, turning away.

“Let me clean this. Dirty wounds breed bacteria,” he murmured softly.

Lucille’s eyes stung painfully.

The words felt hauntingly familiar.

During her initial injury, he’d echoed them: “Lucille, hold still. Let me clean your wound. It’s dirty–infection would worsen things.‘

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That feigned tenderness had kindled her hopes, trapping her in five wasted years of marriage.

Had he applied ointments back then while suppressing disgust?

Why else avoid looking at her legs entirely?

Now, this renewed gentleness–what purpose did it serve?

She no longer trusted him…

“Lucille, be good. Hold still. I’ll apply some ointment.”

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Cedrick was still holding an anti–allergy medicine, “I remember you’re allergic to mangoes. Did you eat any before coming to the office today?

Why would Mylee buy mangoes?

Or were you greedy and ate mango cake on the way??”

Like coaxing a child…

The nurse came to give her an IV, and hearing this, she laughed, “The husband is so good to his wife, like coaxing a child.”

Yes, it was coaxing, coaxing her for five years…

Lucille pursed her lips, silent, until the nurse left, then she said, “I didn’t eat mango cake. I want to call the police.”

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