Female Novel
Chapter 1817: You Should All Just Die
Chapter 1817: You Should All Just Die
On the other side.
Ever since being taken away by Zhang Long, Athena had been staying at Christian's villa to
recuperate.
The bullet went through her shoulder. The surgery was just to suture it. The wound got infected and
she ran a high fever for several days. She was delirious and muttering nonstop.
Christian had assigned a maid to specially serve and keep watch over Athena. He would come by to
visit her from time to time.
The private doctor came every day to change Athena's dressings and give her IV drips. The infection
was finally under control, but the pain issue remained unresolved.
That night, after the private doctor finished changing the dressings, he gave Athena an injection for the
pain.
The maid Xiaoling helped clean the area around Athena's wound and wiped her body, changing her
into clean clothes.
Due to the pain, Athena gradually fell into an unconscious sleep, her almost transparent eyelids tightly
shut.
Christian waited outside for the private doctor.
Seeing Christian, the private doctor respectfully bowed to him, "Mr. Ballard, you were waiting for me?
Please let me know if you have any instructions."
Christian asked, "How is my sister's injury?"
"Mr. Ballard, I removed her stitches today. Don't let her move around these few days to avoid the
wound reopening. Pay attention to a light diet. The wound will heal eventually. Your sister's most
pressing issue now is that she has become addicted to painkillers. And the dosage has reached anovelbin
rather high level that cannot be reversed."
Christian frowned. He had noticed this problem too.
Drug addiction was as dangerous as some other things. Once addicted, it was impossible to quit.
"How did this happen?"
The private doctor replied, "It's possible that your sister cannot tolerate pain normally. Last time when
she injured her shoulder, due to the large wound area, it was difficult to heal. She developed the habit
of using painkillers. Afterwards it could have been overcome, but likely due to psychological factors,
she kept feeling pain herself, so she kept taking them. And the dosage kept increasing."
There was a kind of pain that was psychological. When one felt pain themselves, it would get more and
more painful. No medicine could help.
"What should be done now?" Christian's brows furrowed. He had watched his sister grow up since she
was little. He couldn't possibly send her to rehab. With the mixed bunch there, she wouldn't last a day.
But if she was kept at home long term, no one could control her.
The private doctor added, "Mr. Ballard, honestly there is no good solution that I can think of. The only
method I can propose now is to gradually reduce her painkiller dosage, and mainly urge your sister to
control her psychological pain. Any medicine that treats mental conditions will also be psychoactive and
have side effects and risk of addiction. It's robbing Peter to pay Paul. Mr. Ballard, I'm also not an expert
in psychology. Perhaps Mr. Ballard could consult a professional."
Christian took a deep breath. "I understand, you may leave first."
The private doctor bowed to Christian again before leaving the villa.
Christian stood at the door, smoking a cigarette anxiously.
Then he returned to Athena's room. The maid Xiaoling was standing by ready to serve.
Seeing Christian, Xiaoling respectfully said, "Mr. Ballard, the young miss has fallen asleep."
Christian didn't speak. He walked over to take a close look at Athena.
When Athena first arrived, her face was pale as paper, her whole body covered in blood. Even he was
shocked. Luckily it was just a shoulder wound. He knew Joyce had shown mercy, certainly because of
giving him face. Otherwise Athena wouldn't have survived.
When he heard that Athena had commanded Alisha to stab Joyce, he was stunned.
Athena had actually exploited a four year old child to do something so vicious.
For a moment, he even regretted saving her. He shouldn't have let her live after losing so much blood.
He shouldn't have allowed her to continue harming others.
He felt he had no face to see Joyce, and didn't know how Joyce was after getting injured. Only after his
people found out that Joyce was safe and sound, and her child was fine, was he slightly relieved.
If anything happened to Joyce, he couldn't imagine what he would do. Fierce anger would drive him
mad.
These past days, Athena's complexion had improved somewhat. Right now she was asleep.
Christian gazed at her deeply. Perhaps only when she was sleeping did she look like an angel. One
couldn't associate her angelic face with her demonic means. He admitted he was shaken.
He never really knew Athena.
The person before him was not who he had imagined at all. All this time, he had imagined an Athena in
his mind and believed in it wholeheartedly.
Now even he doubted whether 10 years ago when he went camping with Luther and Felix, something
else had actually happened that he didn't know the truth about. Unfortunately the facts could not be
found out.
Christian stood by Athena's side, watching for a moment. He instructed Xiaoling, "Keep an eye on her,
don't let her step out of the villa. Call me immediately once she wakes up."
The maid Xiaoling acknowledged, "Yes, Mr. Ballard."
She knew Mr. Ballard had deployed many people to guard the villa, surrounding it tightly inside and out.
Athena was under house arrest in name of recuperating.
Before leaving, Christian took one last look at Athena. The yearning from the past was no longer in his
eyes. Perhaps all that remained for him now was the sibling affection from growing up together since
childhood, nothing more.
After Christian left.
About half an hour later, Athena groggily woke up. The intermittent pain from her wound prevented her
from sleeping long. These days she drifted in and out of sleep, muddled the whole time.
Now she was fully awake. Whether it was pain from her shoulder or psychological pain, it drenched her
back in sweat, unbearable. As she became lucid, hatred brewed.
Yesterday, she heard from Zhang Long that the bitch Joyce was not dead. Not only alive, but
completely unharmed.
Now the only one suffering was her. Lying in bed unable to move, Luther had actually shot her himself,
hitting her original wound. He must have known. This shot had also shattered her heart.
She loved him so much, yet his heart only had that bitch.
Alisha had been taken away by them.
Without any more leverage, all she had left was resentment and unwillingness.
Pain came in waves, heart wrenching. Her whole body convulsed in waves as she lay curled up on the
bed, shaking nonstop. Her entire body shook like a leaf in the wind. She gritted her teeth until her lips
bled.
She absolutely would not resign to this. She knew Christian had her under house arrest, but it didn't
matter. Once her body recovered, she would definitely find a way to get away from Christian.
A fierce look flashed in her eyes, growing colder and more ruthless.
If she couldn't have it, she'd rather destroy it.
Luther, Joyce, she wouldn't let them be together.
And their child - she wanted them all to die!