Vengeful Hearts Return Novel by Susan Clyde

In a VIP ward in the Northvile Hospital.

As Dylan opened his eyes, he glanced around the ward but didn’t see the figure he was hoping for, and a dimness clouded his eyes.

“Dylan, you’re awake. Look at this, how many fingers am I holding up?” Cade asked and immediately extended three fingers towards Dylan upon seeing him awake

Shawn, beside him, looked at Cade as if he were an idiot.

Shawn said, “Dylan’s injuries aren’t to his head. Are you daft?”

“I’m just being cautious!” Cade coughed lightly.

“Are you alright?” Andrew, seeing the two bickering, sighed and approached Dylan.

Dylan’s voice was still hoarse. “How long was I unconscious?” he asked.

“Not long, just a couple of days,” Andrew replied, understanding Dylan’s glance around the ward earlier. Despite feeling uncomfortable, he continued, “Don’t bother looking, she hasn’t been here.”

Dylan forced a wry smile and thought, ‘She probably won’t come, given how much she hated me now.

“Richard said all these injuries on your body are self–inflicted. Why put yourself through this?” Andrew asked.

Andrew was genuinely surprised at how deeply Dylan was entangled in his feelings for Audrey.

“Probably because I’m heartbroken and wanted to feel the pain firsthand. Turns out, it really hurts.” Dylan’s voice echoed in the ward, filled with gloom and desolation.

He didn’t know how to seek forgiveness or make Audrey feel better. It seemed like everything he did was futile.

Despite knowing that everything was just a vain hope, he still didn’t want to let go because he knew that once he truly let go, there would be no possibility between them anymore.

But what could he do? He just couldn’t bear to let go.

Andrew sighed softly, unsure of how to comfort Dylan.

Matters of the heart were something outsiders couldn’t meddle with, especially when it came to Dylan and Audrey. Their relationship wasn’t just between the two of them. Dylan’s mother was also involved.

If it hadn’t been for Claire’s actions back then, Dylan and Audrey wouldn’t be in this situation.

But some things were unpredictable and had already happened.

After accompanying Dylan for a while, the others left the room,

Only then did Richard enter the ward.

“She really hasn’t come, right?” Dylan couldn’t help but ask, seeming unwilling to accept it.

Richard didn’t know how to respond, hesitating as he looked at Dylan before finally saying, “Ms. Hernandez hasn’t come, but Brian visited you once.”

“Alright.” Dylan realized she truly hadn’t come. He recalled the last warmth he felt before losing consciousness. “Was she there when I passed out from pain?”

“No.” Richard glanced at Dylan and added.

Dylan couldn’t express the feeling in his heart. He moved his lips slightly and finally said weakly, “I see. You can leave.

“Aaron said that your injuries are severe, and you might need a month of recovery before you can leave the hospital.” Richard remembered Aaron’s instructions.

“Got it,” Dylan responded lightly before closing his eyes.

At the Holland family.

“If everything’s fine, be cautious lately. The sniper from the other day was likely someone from abroad, so your whereabouts might have been exposed.” A smooth and sinister voice came over the phone, with a hint of coldness.

“I know there aren’t many people who know I’m in Northville, and I’ve always kept my identity hidden, Audrey said.

Audrey frowned. She had been careful since returning to Northville with Brian, fearing she might attract trouble from hostile forces.

During this period of time in Northville, she had always been careful and did not reveal any flaws.

There was a moment of silence on the other end before the voice continued, “If it wasn’t someone from the underworld, then someone else wants you dead. I’ll have people keep looking. Be careful in Northville.”

“Alright. Any news from Lucas?” Audrey asked. She had asked Brian about Lucas during this time, but he hadn’t contacted even Brian.

“No, that kid is quite audacious. I’ll make sure to torture him thoroughly when we catch him!” The voice on the other end chuckled coldly, unreservedly, then hung up.

Audrey hung up the phone and went downstairs, only to see Brian busy arranging things with Wendy.

“Where are you going?” Audrey walked to the kitchen door, glancing at the multitude of items in Brian’s hands.

Brian, seeing Audrey coming down, looked at her somewhat cautiously before whispering, “I… I’m just going to see someone, and then I’ll come back after I put these things down!”

Audrey didn’t say anything, just looked at him calmly.

Brian was usually not afraid of Audrey, but when she had a stern face, he couldn’t help feeling nervous.

After a while, Audrey turned and left.

As he watched Audrey’s departing figure, Brian looked somewhat unhappy.

“Wendy, is Audrey upset that I’m going to see that person?” Brian asked.

He knew Audrey didn’t like Dylan, but he still couldn’t help it. He knew his health wasn’t great and didn’t know how long he would live.

He just wanted to go see Dylan. Although Dylan wasn’t good to Audrey, lying alone in the hospital bed seemed pitiful.

“Ms. Hernandez isn’t upset. She’s just struggling with something in her heart. Brian, don’t worry, go if you want to,” Wendy said.

Wendy sighed softly in her heart. No matter what the parents did, it was always the children who suffered the most.

Callum took Brian out, and Wendy went to wash some fruit before going upstairs.

Audrey was busy in the study. Wendy knocked and heard a response before entering.

After placing the fruit on the table, Wendy glanced at Audrey,

“Wendy, if you have something to say, just say it. We’re family.” Audrey put down her work and looked at Wendy.

“I don’t have much to say. I just felt a bit emotional when I saw you. She looks so much like you, especially when you were sitting there busy just now. It was like I saw her when she was young!”

Audrey raised her eyebrows slightly, then suddenly looked at Wendy, asking, “Wendy, do I really resemble my mother?”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Yes, you do. You’re almost like a carbon copy. Brian also looks like her, but his nose and mouth resemble Mr. Clifford,” Wendy continued, not seeing anything unusual.

“Wendy, you watched me grow up when I was young, at least until my mother left. Do you think I’ve changed a lot since then?” Audrey suddenly asked, the question puzzling Wendy. But she answered nonetheless.

“You haven’t changed much since then. After all, I left the Holland family when you were only about ten years old. But if you’re asking about similarities, then you have the same personality and temperament as you did before the age of five,” Wendy said.