Chapter 3011 - 3020: Skye Lawrence Slits Her Wrists in Suicide Attempt
Chapter 3011: Chapter 3020: Skye Lawrence Slits Her Wrists in Suicide Attempt
While trying to keep his mind clear, he thought about where Skye Lawrence might be at this last moment.
She is such a proud person, there’s no way she would commit suicide at the Oscar home.
If she were to choose a place to end her life, it would definitely be—
Oscar had a flash of inspiration and thought of a place. He flung open the car door without a second thought, speeding towards Roman Street...
Seven minutes later, the rapidly speeding luxury car stopped outside Floral Waterfront.
He rushed into the resplendent hall, only to find both elevators rising.
"Damn it."
Oscar stood there for more than ten seconds, unable to wait any longer, and dashed towards the stairwell entrance.
The Floral Waterfront apartment was bought for her by Nicholas Lawrence. Even though Old Lord Lawrence had kicked her out of the Lawrence Family, he hadn’t reclaimed the property under her name.
This suite, of course, had not been taken back.
She had mentioned before that Nicholas Lawrence bought this apartment for her to commemorate her first independent project completed at eighteen. She had always cherished this memory.
If she were to slit her wrists, she would definitely choose to return here!
Oscar was covered in sweat; the extreme exertion combined with the extreme heartbeat left him completely drenched. Despite this, he did not dare to stop for even a second.
He couldn’t imagine if stopping would mean he wouldn’t make it in time.
Finally, he arrived at the apartment door, used his fingerprint to unlock it, and rushed in without even changing his shoes, headed straight for the bathroom—
The strong smell of blood pervaded the bathroom. In the luxurious European-style bathroom, the person lying in the bathtub was like a water nymph from fairy tales, with a breathtakingly beautiful face resting serenely on the tub’s edge, as quiet as a statue.
Oscar couldn’t describe the shock of this moment.
He had never expected that Skye Lawrence would commit suicide.
He had seen this woman in her arrogant moments, her strong and capable moments, her moments of jealous madness, but had never seen her pushed to the brink, choosing the most resolute way to force his hand!
Oscar stood still for a full three seconds before his shaken soul barely returned to his body. He rushed forward to lift her out of the tub, found a bandage to wrap around her wrist to stop the bleeding, and carried her down the elevator.
On the way here, he had already called the Hospital. When he brought her down, the Hospital’s ambulance should have arrived already.
Fortunately, fortunately he was still in time...
*
The next day, rumors spread across the Internet media about the Oscar Group President’s wife committing suicide in her private apartment.
The Oscar Group’s public relations department quickly took action, trying to suppress these news items. However, reporters still swarmed around the hospital where Skye Lawrence was staying, looking to seize an opportunity.
In room 001, the person who had been unconscious all night finally woke up.
She struggled to open her eyes, her whole body aching and unable to move. Just as she tried to move her head, she realized her mouth was covered with a respirator, leaving her immobile.
The man sitting by her bed looked haggard, his face covered in stubble, scolding her for her actions, "Don’t move!"
Seeing him, Skye Lawrence stopped struggling, her beautiful eyes quietly gazing at him.
In Oscar’s hand was an opened envelope. He pursed his thin lips, standing by the bed with his deep blue eyes filled with mixed emotions, extremely repressed and solemn, "You approached me proactively recently just to get pregnant?"
"Yes."
"And you wanted to get pregnant to use the child as a bargaining chip to make me stop?" Oscar clenched his fist at his side, blue veins popping on his temple.