The Video Call from Hell Chapter 07

The Video Call from Hell Chapter 07

They stared at each other in shock.

Under the glow of the setting sun, two identical men collided.

The twisted timelines vanished the instant they touched.

A flash of white light burst out.

The two timelines fully overlapped.

The twenty-seven-year-old Ethan and the thirty-two-year-old Ethan seemed to be pulled together by a

powerful magnetic force, merging into one.

Their memories merged along with them.

Ethan gasped for breath, his mind feeling as if it were about to split open.

It took him a long while to steady himself.

Then he walked into the care facility step by heavy step.

I sat by the window, watching the last trace of sunset disappear beyond the horizon.

The nurse told me someone had come to see me.

I knew who it was.

I had seen him standing at the entrance of the care facility from the window just now.

I did not understand why Ethan had come here.

Nor did I want to understand.

I bit my dry, cracked lip.

My voice was hoarse and flat.

“I don’t want to see him.”

Before long, noise rose from downstairs.

Vaguely, I heard Ethan calling my name.

Then I saw several security guards drag him out of the care facility.

He tried to force his way in like a rabid dog.

The guards held him back with all their strength.

Before long, he was panting like a dog, completely spent.

Compared with five years ago, he was so thin he barely looked like himself, and his hair was streaked with

gray.

The confidence and brilliance he once had had long been ground away by the daily weight of ordinary life.

But I was no better.

My head had been shaved because of long-term chemotherapy.

My eye sockets were sunken, and my body was thin as a skeleton.

Lately, even my sense of taste had gradually begun to fade.

When I was first diagnosed, the doctor told me I had only two or three years left.

At that time, I had not had much will to survive.

I had even felt a little happy.

At last, I could go reunite with Ethan.

But later, after experiencing so many ridiculous, absurd things, I suddenly did not want to die anymore.

I wanted to live.

I wanted to live a few more years.

I wanted to chase the horizon and watch the sun drop beyond mountains and sea.

I wanted to dive beneath the ocean and watch schools of fish weave through coral reefs.

So I sold the mansion and the company.

I traveled while receiving treatment.

That was what Ethan owed me.

The desire to live helped me survive for several more years.

Even the doctors said I was lucky.

I did not know how much longer I could live.

But I did know that I did not want this peaceful, happy life to be disturbed.

I raised my hand to close the window.

Just then, I saw a familiar Maybach pull into the care facility.

As it passed Ethan, the tires rolled through a muddy puddle left by the rain and splashed him all over.

Covered in muddy water, he hopped around in frustration, looking utterly ridiculous.

It was almost funny.

I shut the window.

Nathan Shaw happened to walk in, carrying my favorite strawberries and red velvet cake.

“What are you smiling at?”

“Nothing,” I said calmly.

Nathan was Ethan’s longtime business rival.

Back then, I had not sold the company to him to get revenge on Ethan.

It had simply been because Nathan offered the highest price.

On the day I checked into this private care facility, I happened to run into Nathan while he was inspecting the

place.

Only then did I learn that the facility belonged to him.

He did not ask about the scandal splashed across the news.

Nor was he curious about my past.

He simply treated me as a former business partner and, now, as a patient at his care facility.

We shared some of the same interests.

Over time, we became familiar with each other and eventually became close friends.

I looked at the strawberries and red velvet cake he had brought.

The corners of my mouth lifted faintly.

“I can’t eat anymore.”

For someone with advanced stomach cancer, losing the ability to eat was a death knell.

The smile on Nathan’s face froze.

After a moment of silence, he threw the strawberries and cake into the trash.

“If you can’t eat, then don’t. When you want them again, I’ll buy them again.”

He walked over and rubbed my head gently.

“I’ve already contacted specialists abroad. I’ll take you there in a few days.”

I forced myself to grin like I didn’t have a care in the world.

“Great. I’ve never seen Canada’s fall colors anyway. Is this even the right season for them…?”

Ethan stood at the entrance of the care facility for a full four hours.

Everyone passing by looked at him curiously.

I let out a deep sigh.

I had just been about to go downstairs and make things clear to him when Serena suddenly appeared.

Her hair was a mess, and the scar on her forehead was sunken and uneven, ugly to look at.

One of her feet was bare, scraped bloody by gravel, leaving bloody footprints all over the ground.

Serena grabbed Ethan’s hand, her words jumbled and frantic.

“Babe, why won’t you come home?”

“Where’s the baby? Where’s our baby?”

“Why are you here? Do you have another woman? Are you leaving me?”

“I won’t go crazy anymore. Please don’t abandon me, okay?”

The next second, she shoved him away.

“No. I have to give you back to Evelyn. I can’t steal you from her.”

“Where is Evelyn? Evelyn is sick. She must be in so much pain.”

“I have to find her. I have to stay with her.”

Ethan grabbed her flailing hands tightly.

He raised his voice, trying to calm her down.

“Serena, I found Evelyn.”

“She’s right in there. She’s still alive.”