Sweet Twins novel Chapter 442

Joseph was shocked and ran into the doctor's office immediately.

As soon as he entered, he cried, "Doctor, is my father going to get better?"

The doctor looked up at Joseph, and then lowered his head to continue reading the medical record. "The injury in Derrick's head caused internal bleeding, which resulted in a temporary coma. He has been unconscious for twenty-four hours. He should be able to wake up, but as for when, it is hard to say. He could wake up in the next hour or the next year."

"What? Will my father ever be responsive again?" Joseph asked, grabbing the doctor by the collar.

"Sir, I'm a doctor, not a God. We have tried our best to cure the patient, but his injuries are serious. We can do nothing about it." The doctor trembled in fear. Joseph looked like he was about to attack him.

As soon as Joseph loosened his grip, the doctor sat back in his seat.

In fact, Joseph didn't want Derrick to wake up at all, because once Derrick woke up, he would have to face the long arm of the law.

He might as well stay in the coma.

"Okay, I see." After saying that, Joseph marched out of the doctor's office.

He went into Derrick's ward.

Derrick was wearing an oxygen mask with tubes all over his body.

Joseph and Derrick's relationship was hardly a good one but Derrick was his father after all. When Joseph saw Derrick lying on the bed, he couldn't help but shed tears.

He raised his hand to wipe his eyes, bent over Derrick and said in a low voice, "Dad, our family is rich but I told you that you'd never beat Charles. You can't defeat him. Why did you do this? Charles already found everything out. He knows what you planned and he knows it was all you. If you ever wake up, you're finished. Dad, we also have shares in the TS Group. We don't even have to do anything and we can just live on dividends. We have more money than we can even try to spend. What was the point in doing this? Not only did you get nothing for it, you've put yourself in the hospital. What should I do now?"

The more Joseph said, the sadder he became. He began to sob uncontrollably.

In the coma, Derrick was fighting a difficult mental battle. He had been trying to wake up, but he kept falling down this mountain in his dazed state.

It happened again and again.

Although Derrick didn't wake up, he could hear the conversation between Hardy and the doctor. He knew Hardy was helping feed and take care of him.

He hated what he was being forced to eat. He couldn't do anything about it though. His body was completely disconnected from his mind. Was he disabled?

Derrick was so frustrated. Why couldn't he open his eyes even though he was conscious?

He was about to just give up and try to sleep when he heard Joseph begin to speak in his ear.

It was going to be impossible to sleep now. He was terrified. How did Charles find out the truth so quickly?

He was so discreet. How did Charles figure it out?

What could he possibly do now?

Was it worth waking up? He couldn't even think about what he would possibly have to face when he woke up.

He would face Frederic's disappointment, Charles's inquiry and God only knew what else.

Joseph was right—he was suffering for nothing.

Derrick just wanted to scream. He just needed a release from this anxiety. Suddenly his legs kicked out in a spasm-like action.

Joseph was shocked. He screamed, "Dad, are you still alive?"

Derrick wanted to say something, but he was still had his oxygen mask on. He wanted to take off the mask, but his body still wasn't cooperating.

He wished Joseph would help him but Joseph was too terrified. He was almost out the door, about to run away.

"Dad? Did he wake up or was he some sort of zombie?" Joseph had no idea what was going on. How was Derrick moving if he was in a coma?

Derrick was even more frustrated that Joseph was just shouting and not doing anything. He kicked out again, hitting Joseph.

"Ah!" Joseph stumbled backwards. Fortunately, he quickly understood what Derrick was doing. His father had basically woken up. When he was misbehaving as a child, Derrick used to kick him a lot.

Joseph rubbed his leg and came back gingerly. He stopped and looked at Derrick. "Dad, if you can hear me, open your eyes."

Derrick tried lifting his hand but he felt like something was holding it down.

Joseph carefully took off Derrick's oxygen mask and said, "Dad, open your eyes. Look at me. I'm Joseph, your son. I was a good child and you still used to discipline me. You often yell at me. I think, only I can bear your bad temper, well at least better than most. If you wake up, remember, you should stop yelling at me. If you yell at me, I will..."

"You brat, what do you want?" Derrick finally cried out as if he was holding those words in for ages.

As soon as he spoke, his eyes also opened.

Joseph was so frightened that he jumped up and said, "Dad, you're talking so loudly. Aren't you afraid of the doctor hearing you? Let me catch you up. Charles knows your car accident was just an elaborate gimmick. I don't think it's going to end well. With Grandpa's bad temper, he'll probably take Charles' side. This was all done in vain. Well maybe not completely in vain, you did get yourself in trouble with the police after all."

"You terrible child, how can you take pleasure in my misfortune at this time?" Derrick felt a sharp pain in his head, and his face went pale. He said weakly, "Joseph, don't tell anyone that I have woken up. I will be done for sure."

Joseph shuddered in fear and said, "How about I just get a stick and knock you out again? Aren't you afraid of getting caught?"

"Humph, are you kidding me? If you knock me out, I'll die, won't I?" Derrick said angrily, gritting his teeth.

"Well if we're not doing that, then you need to be careful. Don't expose yourself. I'll keep up the charade as well in front of Charles and grandpa. I'll cry and do whatever it takes to make it seem like you're dead. You'd better get through this." Joseph was always spoiled by the Fu family. He was really given the world from the day he was born. Since the TS Group was completely Charles', Joseph had no interest in it. He had been quiet relaxed over the past few years. He hadn't had to do much and with the little ambition that he did have, he was fine just sitting around. He didn't want Derrick to spoil that.