novelraw Chapter 251 This Was Never The Plan
Chapter 251 This Was Never The Plan
Kelsie was wheeled into a room a few minutes after her surgery ended.
No one was let in until about thirty minutes later.
As all four of them entered, they found the doctor and his team checking her vitals.
"She was shot three times. Are you certain you took out every fragment?" Daniel asked, stepping toward her nervously.
The doctor dipped both hands into his pocket as he looked Kelsie over for a moment.
"Thankfully, none of the bullets shattered, nor were they lodged anywhere we couldn’t reach without complicating matters. Right now, she’s out of danger and is simply in a coma."
"When will she wake up?" Jett inhaled sharply, finally finding the tongue to speak.
The doctor scratched his brow, glancing at her still-pale face for the second time in one minute.
"It depends. Usually, they wake up in weeks, but some sleep for months, even years. It all depends on the stimulation they receive in this state."
Maxwell’s brows furrowed. "You’re saying she can hear what we’re saying?"
The doctor nodded.
"Of course she does, she’s in coma not dead. She knows everything going on, just can’t react or open her eyes."
Neither of them asked any question after he said this, so he turned and bowed slightly to them.
"I have other patients to see, and since she’s out of harm’s way at this moment, I’ll be taking my leave now. If you have any questions, feel free to reach me. I’ll do my best to keep you up to speed."
With that, he turned and left with his team, leaving the four of them silent in the room.
Daniel swallowed, lowering his eyes to the floor guiltily.
He was there.
But because he attacked the detectives who cuffed Kelsie earlier, they made him sit in the back.
When he saw Serbian walk in, he didn’t think much of it.
But then he saw him pull out the gun and froze at the sight of it.
He froze... completely.
This wasn’t his first time seeing someone reach for a gun and in this case, his mind had briefly drifted to such scenerio when he saw Serbian reaching.
However. when he saw it, his throat locked, making it impossible to warn Kelsie.
He felt just as much at fault as Serbian for what happened.
Raising his eyes to stare at Jett’s back, he regarded him for a moment before mumbling, "Grandmother’s birthday is in a few days, and Grandfather really wanted to introduce Kelsie and the triplets to her. What do we do?"
Jett didn’t respond immediately and instead pulled a chair close to Kelsie.
Reaching for her hair, his hand trembled slightly before finally patting her head.
Slicking the frizzled strands back, he smiled sadly. "What’s there to worry about? She’ll be up in a few days."
This was their second time in the hospital. In this exact state. All because they overestimated the enemy.
And because they underestimated him so much, he used it against them.
A murder weapon could be anything, but the most common tool—clean, quick, and traceable to no one—was a gun.
So they all went with it without really double-checking with the police and just went ahead with Maxwell’s plan.
Not only did he leave her to deal with the murder charge alone, he rarely spoke with her yesterday as he didn’t want to divulge what he was up with Maxwell.
Worst of all, he almost didn’t make it to her court hearing.
How lonely she would’ve been.
Maxwell and his butler watched the duo reel in guilt without a word.
This wasn’t the time, but even from where he stood, Maxwell couldn’t help noticing the stark similarity between Kelsie and Lois.
As someone who’d seen Lois up close, he knew her features better than anyone.
He had many portraits of Lois, so even if his memories were failing him, he literally imprinted them into his brown to know there was no difference between the mother and daughter.
Seeing Kelsie lying almost lifeless on that bed made him picture Lois the same way—fighting for her life from the accident that day twenty-six years ago while he relaxed in their bedroom, assuming she would be back in a few months like she always did.
Pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against, he stepped closer to the bed, sighing audibly, "I’m sure Kelsie wouldn’t like it if we just sat here and did nothing. If anything, we should prosecute the one who shot her."
Daniel’s phone rang at that moment and he stepped aside to answer it.
When he returned, his face had darkened.
"The Howard family pulled a psych evaluation and put their son in a psych ward, didn’t they?" The minute Daniel parted his lips to say something, Jett questioned, his eyes still pinned on Kelsie’s face.
Daniel’s hand dropped to his side as he nodded.
"Now they can plead he wasn’t in his right mind, so if we sue, the court has to treat him as mentally unfit."
Maxwell chuckled, slipping both hands into his pockets. "Court is one way to handle this. Ever heard of an eye for an eye?"
Daniel thinned his lips, considering it, before shaking his head.
"What he said earlier about trying to end her suffering before she went to prison... did that seem like something someone would say if they hated her?"
Jett’s hand, which had been stroking Kelsie’s face, instantly froze.
Hate?
The Serbian Howard he knew had been fighting him tooth and nail even before he and Kelsie got together.
Even when Kelsie rejected him, he didn’t hold it against her and kept returning.
Someone like that would never do such a thing unless it was put into his mind...
Swiping through the internet, Daniel clenched his jaw tightly, slightly taken aback when he didn’t see news of what happened anywhere.
"This case was so private there’s no news of it anywhere. Even now, the public doesn’t know what happened."
"The Howard family also didn’t give any specific reason why they suddenly declared their son mentally unfit. So how did Serbian Howard know Kelsie was arrested for murder?"
Jett realized the answer to that question as soon as the question left his lips and he shot up, eyes bulging in disbelief.
This was it.
The plan was never to jail Kelsie.
The plan was to kill her.