Chapter 1428
Chapter 1428:
Sally lay utterly inert in the sterile white bed, her eyes perpetually closed, locked in a vegetative state that had endured for years.
It was funny how fate worked. Eight years ago, Allan had discovered a woman critically injured and personally raced her to the emergency room, saving her life.
The resulting trauma had rendered her comatose, and for nearly a decade, he had funded her care and comfort without ever realizing her identity. He had never guessed he was harboring Adah’s mother.
He had ruthlessly antagonized Adah, creating deep animosity between them. Yet, by some surreal, unfathomable twist, he had simultaneously been the one to rescue and sustain her mother. It felt like a powerful cosmic sanction—a clear opportunity to rectify his past.
As the image of Elliana’s car zipped off the screen, Allan tilted his head toward the silent woman, his voice barely a whisper but laced with iron certainty. “Sally,” he softly commanded, “it’s time for you to wake up.”
Sally had drifted through a vegetative fog for eight years. The first six years swallowed her whole, consciousness buried beneath impenetrable depths, but the last two years brought a subtle shift—she floated now in semi-conscious twilight. Her eyelids never lifted, yet awareness threaded through her. The world’s sounds filtered through the dark.
In the hospital ward, nurses left the television murmuring endlessly, convinced the steady cascade of voices might kindle something dormant and coax her spirit back toward the surface. Sometimes, a single finger would jerk. Other times, the faintest crease would etch itself between her brows.
For two weeks now, Allan had anchored himself beside Sally’s bed, pouring out stories about Adah every single day. Since he’d begun this ritual, Sally’s flickering signs of consciousness blazed brighter, unmistakable.
His one burning wish—to resurrect Sally before Adah’s birthday arrived.
Today, he’d deliberately switched the television to the live broadcast of the Ublento Dance Competition, where Adah now battled for the crown. He craved for Sally to absorb her daughter’s voice, to sense the electric pulse of Adah’s existence, praying those familiar frequencies would detonate the charge that finally shattered her prison.
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It ignited results. When Adah’s voice pierced through the screen—proclaiming that Moonlight Shadow belonged to her mother’s genius—Sally’s hand suddenly levitated, quaking as it strained toward the television.
And when Adah confronted Rowena onstage, Sally’s suspended hand—trembling in midair—snapped shut into a fierce fist.
Witnessing these small but unmistakable eruptions, Allan’s heart thrashed against his ribs. He could barely restrain the wild hope surging through him, silently commanding Sally to crack her eyes open right then and there.
But the moment dissolved. Even after the broadcast revealed Elliana and Adah vanishing into the distance, Sally remained submerged.
“Sally,” he murmured, his voice low but charged with conviction, “Adah has become a star now. Don’t you want to wake up and celebrate her? All these years, she has scoured the earth for you relentlessly. Cole’s mom walked back through the door, and Elliana’s mom returned home… Only Adah keeps waiting. She still clings to the belief that her mother will reappear.” He paused for a beat. “Adah’s birthday is next month. If you could stand beside her at that party, it would shatter every wall around her heart. I heard you and Elliana’s mom burned through life as best friends. Rita commands the spotlight now as the Sun Group CEO’s dazzling wife—don’t you hunger to wake up and witness how far everyone’s climbed? To see your girl?”
Then, his tone turned serious. “It’s me, Allan. The boy you handpicked for Adah fifteen years ago. I’ve grown into a man, and I’m ready to marry your daughter. Won’t you wake up to stand at our wedding? To bless what we’re building?”
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