The Marvelous Elijah’s Return

The Marvelous Elijah’s Return By Rever Chapter 149

She’s coming for him “Beep… Beep… Beep…” That sound made Peach grip tighten on the knob after she had pushed the door open and saw Elijah lying in the hospital bed, wearing a blue gown. “They’re going to wake him up, right?” Peach whispered, unable to move from where she stood, swallowing down her fear.

“Yes. Mr. Darius was in so much pain last night, that’s why we had to put him to sleep, but he will awake. It’s just a twenty-four-hour thing. He is just sleeping.” Dr. Wilson’s voice startled her, making Peach jump back a little before she turned around to see the doctor holding a clipboard

A gentle smile graced his lips as he laughed softly, “Sorry for scaring you, by showing up from out of nowhere.”

“It’s fine.” Peach said, almost in a whisper, giving the doctor a weak smile as she slowly brushed her palm against her arm. There was a brief pause as Dr. Wilson stared at her puffy wet eyes, darting left and right. Then he softly sighed, widening his smile to comfort her, and then asked “Do you want to take this conversation inside?” With a silent nod, Peach walked into the room, her eyes fixed on Elijah’s face, the bruises on his forehead, along with cuts along his cheekbones, and an IV drip inserted into his arm.

“It’s a good thing no serious damage was done to his organs. He will be in pain for a couple of weeks, but that’s it. The ribs will heal in three weeks since the injuries are not that severe.” Dr. Wilson explained as he moved closer to the bedside.

A sense of relief was something Peach couldn’t let herself feel because she had seen two men in her life laid to this exact spot and the result was devastating.

“Your husband is fine with a ninety-eight percent chance of survival. I can assure you.” Dr. Wilson added, seeing how pale Peach suddenly became. “I’m sorry about what happened to him. But he’ll be alright.”

With a shaky smile, Peach nodded, walking over to Elijah’s bedside, and then she sat down, taking his hand in hers, squeezing lightly. Silently, Dr. Wilson watched her kiss the back of Elijah’s hand, and then he cleared his throat gently and said, “I will take my leave now if you don’t have any other questions.” Taking Peach’s prolonged silence as an answer, Dr. Wilson walked over to Matt, tapped him on the shoulder, and mumbled, “Can I speak to you outside?” .

“Sure,” Matt said, looking away from Peach and following Dr. Wilson into the hallway.

Once the door shut close behind them, Mr. Wilson sighed heavily and said, “You got to get her home… I have seen that look in her gaze in a lot of trauma visitors’ eyes, and it’s clear that this place is seriously affecting her, and she should be away from here before we end up having her as a patient rather than a visitor.”

“I see… I will try my best to convince her to leave.” Matt replied.

“Thank you. And I appreciate your help in getting her away from here as soon as possible.”

“No problem, doc.”

When the door opened again, Peach’s heartbeat raised, and she immediately looked over at Matt, asking, “What did he say… Was it about Elijah?”

“He said you need to go home, or else you are going to fall ill, and Elijah will wake up tomorrow with the news of you being admitted here too, so we have to take you home.” Matt straightforwardly responded.

A hesitant look settled in Peach’s eyes as she stared at her husband, and despite her not wanting to leave him, she knew that the doctor was right, and the last thing she wanted when Elijah woke up was for him to hear that she was sick, so she took a deep breath.

“Alright.” Peach finally managed to choke out. Scarf wrapped around her head and dark shade hiding her eyes, Madam Jewel stood at the hospital front desk, feeling relieved that she was able to make it past the journalist and all the cameras with no one recognizing her.

“Excuse me,” She whispered to the lady behind the desk, tapping her finger gently on the solid wood to get her attention. Looking irritated, the lady looked towards her with a sour look on her face, mumbling half heartedly, “Yeah, ma’am? Do you have a medical emergency?” “Which room is Elijah Darius in?” Madam Jewel raised her voice above a whisper, but still, maintained a low range.

“Why? Are you an immediate family?”

“Umm…”

“If you are not, I can’t allow you inside.” Walking into the lobby, Peach’s mind was running wild with so much that she just stared straight ahead, wanting nothing more than all of this to be a terrible nightmare that she was still stuck in.

“Katherine, stop running!” A lady desperately calls to a little girl who immediately stopped in front of Ryan.

The noise drew Madam Jewel’s attention, and she looked back, and the moment she recognized Elijah’s men, she faced her front, lowered her scarf over her face, and then bent her head.

“Madam! Are you his immediate family or not?” The receptionist at the hospital desk shouted out of annoyance, drawing a bit of attention to Madam Jewel and her.

But Peach was too drained to care about hospital drama, so she kept her attention ahead and continued walking, leaving the hospital with her men.

“Five hundred thousand dollars,” Madam Jewel finally said. “… to give me every detail about Elijah Darius’ stay at the hospital…. Firstly, what state is he in?”

A hesitant look settled on the woman’s face before she replied, “What do you want with his information?”

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“Do you want the money or not?”

“Well… currently, the doctor has him in a deep sleep until tomorrow before he will wake up.” Relieved to know that the nurse was willing to cooperate, Madam Jewel smiled, asking, “And the rest of the information?” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Drumming his fingers on the car wheel, Oliver was happy listening to music until he spotted Madam Jewel hurrying to the car and immediately turned off the radio, hardening his face.

After opening the passenger door, Madam Jewel threw her purse onto the seat and got in, slamming the door closed and locking it. Then she took out her phone, and started dialing a number as she grumbled angrily, “Where are you, Cora?”

“Mother?” Cora’s voice came over the phone, sounding very tired. “I am at work?” Eyeing her driver in the V-mirror, Madam Jewel hesitated for a while and then said, “How do you feel about dressing up as a nurse?”

“What?!” Cora exclaimed. “Why would I want to dress up as a nurse?” Rolling her eyes at her daughter’s naiveté, Madam Jewel said, “Come over to the house and let me fill you in on why.”

The sound of the door opening made Miss Grace rush from the living room, hurrying into the hall to see her daughter dragging her feet through the front doorway.

“Peach, honey,” Miss Grace cried, noticing how miserable and weak her daughter seemed. Just then James joined them in the hall, and seeing Peach, he immediately whispered, “She looked faint, Grace.”

“I know.” Miss Grace mumbled, taking Peach’s hand in hers. “Have you eaten anything?” “I am not hungry,” Peach murmured. But then she stopped, remembering Matt’s direct words, and then said, “James, can you please make me a soup with white rice?”

The joy that awoken in Miss Grace’s heart, hearing those words was pure, and she hesitantly said, not wanting Peach to be alone in a room that smells like Elijah, “Let’s sit in the kitchen while he makes it,”

A moment later, the mother and daughter were seated at the counter while James made the food, and Peach slowly rested her head on the cold tiles, closing her eyes as the tears flowed down her cheeks,

“Oh, baby… it’s okay…” Miss Grace cooed as she rubbed her daughter’s back and ran her fingers through her hair soothingly. “Elijah will be alright,” “That’s what the doctor said, but…” Peach trailed off. Then she abruptly jerked her head back, sitting up straight like she had fit all the pieces of the puzzle together, blurting out, “I remember you and father got a healthy survival rate for grandfather, and the next thing we knew, he was dead… It was the same for father, you were assured that he would survive, but we know what happened.”

She’s coming for him

“What are you saying now, Peach?” Miss Grace asked softly, worried as well. Quickly wiping away her tears, Peach’s gaze darted from off James who was staring at her in concern to her mother, mumbling, “My husband is not safe in that room, even with all those men watching him!”

Seeing how stressed her daughter had gotten, Miss Grace said softly, to calm her down, “Peach

“I am not insane, mama. She’s coming for him.” Peach said numbly, her eyes going cold at the thought. “She’s going to kill him too!”

Frowning at her mother, Cora stood in Madam Jewel’s room, waiting for her to explain herself, and then she stared down at the nurse uniform on the bed, the syringe, and a couple of syrups in a bottle.

“I am too old for a Halloween dress-up, mother,” Cora stated firmly, crossing her arms. “Why would you have me wear that?!”

“It’s not a costume, but a disguise.” Madam Jewel said. “Now, why would I need a disguise?!”. “Because…! I need you to sneak into the hospital tonight, and put this needle inside Elijah’s veins, pushing in every syrup into his body until the syringe is empty,” Silence immediately followed her words, and Cora just stared at her mother as if to say ‘are you serious right now?’

“He knows Cora… Doctor Williams has gone off the radar like some ghost since Elijah visited New City…” Madam Jewel said as the soul in her eyes slowly faded until there was just raw darkness, almost void. “My biggest guess is that Elijah is behind the doctor’s disappearance.” “You think Dr. Williams talked?” Cora asked, her eyes taking the same form as her mother, nothing but pure black.

“Elijah visited the doctor, and I don’t know what they talked about because Texan was not in the room with them, but the same day that Elijah left New City, the doctor and his entire family suddenly vanished like thin air. Do the math, Cora. He knows that Peach is the only blood-related relative to my late husband.”

“Why is he not saying anything then?” “Dr. Williams was a coward. I scared him into getting rid of all evidence. Only Meeks and I have the documents to prove a thing. Meeks is dead. So, even if Elijah accused me, it would be baseless words with no evidence. If he does accuse me his accusation against me will be nullified.”

“But that is not a guarantee that he will not talk and get our family in serious trouble.”

“No, it’s not.”

The mother and daughter went silent again. They stared each other down until Cora broke their stare first and took a deep breath, speaking again, “He has to die.” “Great minds think alike… I am grateful to have children who understand me.” Madam Jewel replied with a smile,

“What are these syrups going to do to him?” “Increase Elijah’s blood pressure that will result in him getting a high fever, heart failure, and then his brain will die.”

There was a brief pause, then Cora sighed, mumbling, “Fine. I will wear the costume and do

it.”

“The receptionist said that Elijah’s room will be free by 1 am. Get in, do your thing, and get out quickly because he can wake up at any time tomorrow… I could do it, but I am too old for this.