The Queen's Back

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Late at night, Maxwell kept vigil at the bedside of Mona's bed alone. His heart ached when he saw that her entire body was filled with tubes.

He tentatively held Mona's hand.

Her hands were very cold, her fingers slender. Lying on the bed, she was like a fragile porcelain doll. Maxwell carefully held her hand, trying to warm her fingers.

A hoarse voice came from his throat. "Honey, you can't leave me Without you, the world will be meaningless."

Maxwell spoke very affectionately, but there was no response from Mona.

He continued, "Mona, you said that you would give me a home. You can't leave me alone. What can I do without you?"

Maxwell looked at Mona who was lying on the hospital bed. His eyes turned red unconsciously. A hot tear fell from the corner of his dim eye and landed on the back of Mona's hand. Holding Mona's hand, Maxwell bared his soul to her. However, Mona did not show any signs of waking up.

His voice was so hoarse that he could barely speak. He said helplessly, "Forget it, Mona. If you don't wake up, I'll go with you.

"Even death cannot take me away from you."

Lying on the hospital bed, Mona felt that someone was talking in her ears, and she seemed to hear Maxwell's voice. She tried to open her eyes.

However, a pair of hands seemed to be covering her eyes tightly in the darkness. She tried, but the light pierced her eyes, and she could not open them.

The last words Maxwell said worked.

Mona realized she couldn't continue to sleep. She finally had the second chance to live. She hadn't achieved either of her goals, so how could she end her life so hastily? Maxwell's life was hers. She could not die when she was young like in her previous life. She wanted Maxwell to live until he was at least 80 years old.

Mona fought against death and opened her eyes all of a sudden. She broke out in a sweat.

The moment she opened her eyes, Mona saw Maxwell's teary eyes.

..

The emotions in his eyes were complicated. There was hope for life, reconciliation for death, but more than that, there was love for her. "M-Maxwell!" Mona's voice was hoarse and cracked.

Upon hearing Mona's words, Maxwell held Mona's hand tightly. "Honey, you're awake. It's great!"

He was ready to die with Mona.

A world without Mona was colorless for him.

Mona was an indispensable part of his life.

Mona nodded to Maxwell with much difficulty and soon fell asleep again.

By the time the doctor arrived, Mona fell unconscious again.

"Doctor, my wife... Nothing was more devastating than the end of hope.

The doctor looked at the equipment in the ward and carefully examined Mona. Then, he smiled at Maxwell and the others.

"The patient's will to live is very strong. She woke up much earlier than I thought," said the doctor.

Bernard and the others heaved a sigh of relief when they heard the doctor's words.

"Has my wife fallen asleep again? Is she out of danger?" Maxwell sked nervously.

The doctor said, "She's out of danger. She fell asleep again because she still has anesthesia in her body. Leave her alone and let her rest well. She can be transferred to a normal ward tomorrow morning." "Thank you, doctor?" Jane said.

After the doctor left, Maxwell looked at Mona in the ward with a smile.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Mona made it though.

"Maxwell, you've been with Mona for most of the night. Now that she is fine, go to the ward next door and rest. Otherwise, you won't be able to take it," Jane said to the bearded Maxwell.

If Mona woke up and saw him like this, she would feel terrible too.

Maxwell said, "Jane, Bernard, go and rest. I'll stay with Mona. If there's anything, I'll tell you. I can't sleep now. Besides, I want to stay beside Mona. I want her to see me first when she opens her eyes." Jane was about to say something when she heard Bernard say, "Alright, let Maxwell be!"

Jane looked at Maxwell's haggard face and wanted to say something. She finally swallowed her words and left the ward with Bernard.

Maxwell sat on the chair closest to Mona. He glanced at the cigarette Nigel had given him and finally threw it into the trash can beside him.

Mona did not like the smell of cigarettes.

It was a long night.

Maxwell kept his eyes open until six in the morning when a new day arrived.

The sun rose high in the east. The fiery red sunlight immediately lit up the ground and every corner of the ward.

Mona's condition completely stabilized and she was transferred to a normal ward.

Maxwell left Mona to Bernard and Jane for a few minutes. He went to the ward next door to take a shower, shave, change his clothes, and wait for Mona to wake up. He did not want Mona to see him so dispirited. In less than ten minutes, Maxwell appeared in th