Chapter 885

"Why don't you come over here and push the goddamn chair?" Athena

moved herself from the side of the bed to the wheelchair and yelled at

Ophelia.

"Yes, Princess,” Ophelia hurried over to push the wheelchair for her.

It's not that Athena could not walk.

Six months ago, Athena suddenly woke up. Ophelia wanted to contact

Christian first, but to her surprise, the first thing Athena did after she

woke up was to threaten her and she was not allowed to mention even

a word to Christian.

She knew what Athena could do. While Athena had been in a coma for

almost ten years, there was a huge organization in Japan that had

been taking care of Athena. It seemed to be related to Athena's mother,

but she was not sure about the details.

Anyway, in short, she should never cross Athena.

Ophelia pushed Athena towards the special ward as she whispered,

"Princess, with more practice, you can actually walk on your own, and

you've tried several times. You can stand up and walk a few steps each

time."

"There's no rush. I have my own plans." Athena's face was

expressionless.

Ophelia pushed the wheelchair to the special ward.

After the glass, in the ward, there was a pinky delicate carved baby girl

sitting on the carpet. She was surrounded by many toys, and she

curiously picked one of them up, had a look, put it down, and picked up

another.

Although she looked frail, she looked obviously beautiful with her large

eyes, dark pupils, and delicate features. She already looked so

beautiful and she must be a charmer when she grew up.

Athena looked through the glass, silently.

It was said that daughters looked like their fathers, and indeed Iris

looked like Luther. She was so beautiful that she could not even take

her eyes of that little girl.

Ophelia reported from the side, "Princess, Iris has just woken up a few

days ago and is still not acclimated to the outside world and needs to

stay in the special ward for a while. She has been able to sit up and

swallow liquid food today."

"After all, Iris has been kept alive by instrument since birth, and now

that she's awake, it will take a long time for her to adjust to the outside

world and learn to take care of herself and communicate.”

"How long will it take?" Athena frowned. She didn't have the patience to

wait too long.

She could not wait to meet Luther.

"If Iris is gifted enough and we have a professional to help her with the

recovery, it would take perhaps six months for her to be like a normal

child.” Ophelia returned.

"Hmm. You should keep an extra eye on her. I want her to recover as

soon as possible. Also, the matter of Iris is definitely between only you

and me." Athena snorted coldly, “After all, for them, Iris never exists

and she should be dead long ago."

After saying that, she glanced at Iris inside the special ward.

Turning coldly, she pushed the wheelchair herself and headed outside.

Six months ago, when she woke up, she still remembered everything.

After that, she got all the news about Luther through various channels —

magazines, news reports, online messages — and she even sent her

people to ask about him.

At the same time, she learned about Joyce.

Joyce gave birth to two babies — the boy was born healthy and the girl,

since her birth, relied on instruments and various nutrient delivery tubes

to stay alive. Doctors determined that the girl had no more than a 5%

chance of survival and would not live past the age of two.

In order to keep Joyce from being devastated, Christian chose to tell

Joyce directly that the girl did not survive when she was born.

There was no hope so that there would not be greater disappointment.

So Joyce, herself, was unaware that Iris was still alive.

Six months ago, after she woke up and learned of Iris’ existence, she

immediately bought her way up and down the hospital, which then

claimed to the public that Iris was dead.

Christian even made a personal trip to Mufron to bury Iris, but of course

the so-called ashes of the child were fake.

After this, she hid Iris and continued to hire someone to take care of

her.

To her surprise, Iris woke up a few days ago.

Now that Iris woke up, she could proceed with her plan.

So, she didn't need to hide anymore and she then asked Ophelia to

inform Christian that she had woken up.

Previously, every time Christian came to see her, she pretended to be

unconscious.

Acting was quite tiring, and fortunately now she didn’t have to do that

anymore.

Athena pushed the wheelchair herself, and soon her pale figure moved

from the bloody sunset-soaked corridor into the shadowy corner with a

wry smile.

“Luther, you won't believe it.

“Your daughter, now, is in my hands.’

On the other hand, Christian and Vicki had already boarded the plane

back to Khebury. Christian would have stayed for a few more days if he

didn't have a lot of things to do.

"Athena is awake, and you can rest easy. Your efforts in the past ten

years have not been in vain." Vicki sat next to Christian. For the past

ten years, she knew what he had been through.

"Unfortunately, Iris couldn't be saved.” Christian took a deep breath and

propped one hand on his forehead with a tired look.

"At first, you chose to tell Joyce that Iris was born without breath. Right

now it seems you were right. If you just gave her just a glimpse of hope,

after a long wait, what she gets in the end would be disappointment. I'm

afraid she couldn't take it any better." Vicki sighed.

"Yes. The doctor said the chances of survival were almost zero. I don't

want to give her hope and then shatter it with my own hands. It would

be too cruel for her.” Christian closed his eyes, "I hear she's back at the

Capital?"

"Hmm." Vicki responded.

Christian did not speak for a long time, as if he was in deep thought.

"By the way, Christian, don't you think Athena is a little strange?" Vicki

thought about it and decided to say it anyway.

"Weird?" Christian raised an eyebrow.

"Well, she said she couldn't remember why she was in a coma. But

when I looked into her eyes, they are deep and profound, not at all

confused. It feels like she knows everything." Vicki said, "Also, for some

reason, she didn’t look like someone who has just woken up. She's too

calm.”

Athena's eyes were loaded with too many emotions, and her instinct

told her that things were not as simple as they seemed.

"No. Athena grew up like that. She has always been mild and simple.

It's actually a good thing for her that she can't remember why she's in a

coma." A flash of pain crossed Christian's eyes, "After all, it brings only

more pain for her to think about it."

He couldn't help but clench his fists, and the veins on the backs of his

hands showed.

Luther was the cause of all this pain!

Vicki glanced sideways at Christian.

He had got himself too involved to see things clearly.

Athena was by no means a simple person, and she knew that when

she first met Athena as a child.

“Let's hope you're right." Vicki returned lightly.

The plane had already taken off, and she closed her eyes and took a

short nap.