The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 650 Reluctant

Seeing her awake, Allie immediately grabbed Avery by the sides of her neck, shaking the latter vigorously. Hatred

churned in Allie's eyes as an urge to tear Avery apart washed over her.

Avery was frail, to begin with. She had just regained consciousness but was vigorously shaken by Allie, causing her

to feel dizzy again.

She couldn't even make out the scene in front of her eyes before she slipped back into unconsciousness.

She felt so utterly exhausted that she just wanted to close her eyes forever, never wishing to open them again.

In her weariness, Avery saw Cayden in her dreams.

His figure was slender and straight as a pine. The sight of his silhouette alone was enough to make her heart flutter.

In her dream, she ran toward him with joy, calling out his name loudly.

Cayden turned around.

His face was as exquisite as a sculpture, his lips tightly pressed in a stern expression. Yet, the moment he saw her,

he smiled at her.

Tears suddenly welled up in Avery's eyes. For a moment, she dared not touch him, fearing that he would disappear

inexplicably like a mirage.

Cayden's eyes were brimming with deep affection.

He slowly approached her, took her hand, and gently kissed it. “Silly girl, can't you take care of yourself when I'm

not around?”

Tears welled up in Avery's eyes.

She reached out, intending to touch Cayden's body. However, before her fingers could make contact, he suddenly

vanished into thin air.

“Cayden...”

Avery woke up abruptly from a deep slumber, only to find herself still in the hospital.

The room was lit only by a faint, dim light, and Claire was lying by her bedside.

At that moment, she had no mood to ponder why Claire was there. Her heart was filled with thoughts of Cayden. So

it turns out, everything that just happened was all a figment of my imagination. So it was a dream...

Avery tightly covered her lips, looking at the pitch-black night sky through the window, silently sobbing. How I wish

time can turn back time, returning to the moment you departed. If I had known this would be the outcome, I would

have held onto you tightly that day. Even if it took all my strength, I would have kept you here.

Tears began to stream down Avery's cheeks as she cried uncontrollably.

Even though her voice was soft, it still managed to disturb Claire, who was sleeping lightly.

Claire switched on the room lights, and the warm yellow glow illuminated everything in the ward.

She saw Avery's tear-streaked face and held the latter close. Claire's eyes, red from staying up all night, gradually

becoming moist. “Ery, believe me, everything will pass.”

The warm light, coupled with Claire's gentle voice, finally brought Avery back to her senses.

Her voice was hoarse, “Mrs. Lambert, what brings you here?”

Claire gently brushed Avery's sweat-drenched hair, a result of her nightmare. She looked at her with concern. “I've

been quite free recently, and I heard you were hospitalized, so I came to see you. Would you like me to make you

something to eat?”

They were at a private hospital, where the luxury wards were equipped with kitchens.

The refrigerator inside was also stocked with a variety of vegetables, along with an assortment of condiments, all

readily available. They were specifically provided for patients to help stimulate their appetite during their hospital

stay.

Avery shook her head. Her voice was weak as she spoke. “I'm not hungry. I don't want to eat anything. Mrs.

Lambert. There are nurses in the hospital, so they can take care of me. You should go home. Otherwise, Mr.

Lambert will worry. My health is not a major concern. You, on the other hand, have just recovered not long ago. It's

not suitable for you to stay up late.”

“Don't worry about me. I'm quite strong. I'll make you some poached eggs to fill your stomach. Tomorrow, I'll cook

you something even more delicious.” Claire ruffled Avery's hair, gave her a few more reminders, then hurried off to

the small kitchen.

Avery choked up a little, watching Claire's bustling figure, feeling the gentle touch of the latter's hand on her

forehead.

Her gaze fell once again on the small bed beside her, where the twins were soundly asleep.

Zachary held Rory close, their two similar, charming faces almost touching. Their soft, pink lips occasionally blew a

small bubble.

That scene, which appeared extremely warm and loving, caused Avery to clutch at her chest as her heart ached

terribly. Cayden has heartlessly abandoned us, leaving me alone with our children. What am I supposed to do now?

Fifteen minutes later, Claire came out carrying a bowl of steaming poached eggs.

She sat down in front of Avery's bed, scooped up a small spoonful, and gently blew on it.

Once the poached eggs had cooled down a bit, she fed Avery. “Ery, have some poached eggs.”

Avery had no appetite. She pushed the poached eggs toward Claire. “Mrs. Lambert, I really can't eat.”

Claire looked at Avery's desolate face, gently put down her bowl and spoon, and said softly, “Ery, Cayden is gone.

Do you want to perish alongside him? Look at yourself now. You're not strong at all. Is this how a mother should be?

You only think about yourself. Have you ever considered the twins and the baby in your belly? Don't you even want

to keep Cayden's child?”

Avery's gaze was filled with profound sadness. She glanced at Zachary and Rory, then placed her hand on her lower

abdomen, falling into a long silence. That's not the case. If it weren't for our children, if it weren't for the child in my

womb, I would have gone with him long ago.

Claire sighed, gently persuading her, “You must remember, you're not alone anymore. Your life is not just about you

but also the responsibilities that belong to you. You have an elderly grandfather to take care of, a seriously ill aunt,

two underage twin siblings, and an unborn child in your belly. Have you ever considered what would happen to

them if you died? Ery, do you understand the pain of an elder having to experience the death of a younger family

member? Can you imagine how terribly others will bully the twins once they become orphans?”

“Mrs. Lambert,” Avery interrupted her, her voice choked with emotion, “Please, I beg you, stop talking.”

She knew, of course, how much pain and sorrow her grandfather and aunt would feel if she gave up her will to live.

She also knew what it felt like to be an orphan, to be bullied, laughed at, and isolated. These were all things she had

experienced when she was young.

How could she bear to let her own child tread the same path she once took?

The children have already lost their father. She absolutely couldn't let them lose their mother as well.

Seeing that Avery seemed persuaded by his words, Claire once again scooped up a spoonful of poached eggs,

bringing it to Avery's lips. “Eat up. Right now, the most important thing is to take care of your health, so you can

safely give birth to the baby in your belly.”

Avery opened her mouth like a puppet, forcing the poached eggs down her throat. Suddenly, she remembered that

before she passed out, she seemed to have heard Allie's insults. So, she asked in a low voice, “Mrs. Lambert, did my

m-mother-in-law come to the hospital?”

Avery addressed Allie as her mother-in-law with great reluctance. Upon hearing that, one could immediately sense

the strained relationship between the two.