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 a 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!