Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1476: See Him Once

–Master!–

–Morgan Ashworth!–

A collective gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd.

Morgan Ashworth found himself once again plunged into a coma, tormented by nightmares that replayed the events of five years prior.

Back then, Willow Crawford had been ensnared by the Demon Bell Charm Skill. He had desperately asked her, –Willow, did you ever love me?–

Her eyes, devoid of warmth, had thrown back two words: –Never.–

A recurring fever began to plague Morgan Ashworth. The poison from the Broken Intestine Grass within his body surged back with a vengeance. In his delirium, he felt as though a thousand needles were piercing him, a sensation akin to being repeatedly stabbed.

After an indeterminate period, his eyes slowly fluttered open. He had awakened.

He was still in his room, resting on his bed. Everything appeared precisely as it had been. A mere turn of his head would reveal Willow Crawford’s delicate features, her sweet snuggled form in his arms, her eyebrows curved in a smile as she greeted him, –Good morning, hubby~–

But the room was empty. She was no longer there.

She had already departed from his side.

Morgan Ashworth slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. Just then, his gaze fell upon a familiar figure standing by the window. The elder had arrived.

–Miles, you’re awake?– The elder regarded him with evident concern.

Morgan Ashworth’s face was alarmingly pale. He began to lift the quilt, intending to leave the bed.

–Miles, where do you intend to go?– the elder inquired.

Morgan Ashworth remained silent.

–Miles, you wish to find Willow, don’t you? I truly cannot comprehend why you would still seek her out at a time like this. They say adversity reveals true love, and whether it was five years ago or five years hence, I have always been the one by your side. Willow was the first to forsake you, so why do you persist in wanting to find her?– the elder exclaimed, his voice tinged with anger.

Morgan Ashworth placed his feet on the floor. Whether due to prolonged inactivity or sheer physical weakness, a wave of dizziness washed over him.

He closed his eyes, waiting for the sensation to subside. His voice emerged hoarse, –I want to see Willow one last time.–

His resolve to see Willow remained unwavering.

–You are forbidden to go! Miles, I am doing this for your own good. Wesley Kingsley is devoted to you; marry Wesley Kingsley.–

Despite this directive, Morgan Ashworth offered no response. He pushed himself to his feet and repeated in a mumble, –I want to see Willow one last time.–

He uttered the words again and again, his desire to see Willow undiminished.

–Morgan Ashworth, without my consent, you will not leave this room today. Have you even considered your condition? You are practically at death’s door!–

Morgan Ashworth’s hands, hanging limply by his sides, clenched into tight fists.

At that precise moment, Wesley Kingsley entered the room. Wesley observed Morgan Ashworth’s pale, weakened, and visibly pained appearance before softly interjecting, –Elder, allow him to go.–

–Wesley, you also concur with him seeing Willow?–

–Elder, let him see Willow one final time. Otherwise, he will never find peace,– Wesley responded.

The elder let out a snort, finally relenting. –Very well, Miles. I shall permit you to see her. But after you have seen her, you must completely cast her aside and embark on a new chapter of your life!–

A sleek, black luxury vehicle glided to a stop before the Crawford family villa. Morgan Ashworth alighted and proceeded to ring the doorbell.

Hayden Crawford himself opened the door. The Crawford family appeared to have been expecting this visitor. –Young Master Ashworth.–

–Uncle Crawford, where is Willow? I need to see her one last time. There are certain matters I wish to hear directly from her lips; I will not believe anything anyone else tells me.– Clad in a black coat, Morgan Ashworth exuded a cool and handsome demeanor.

Hayden Crawford sighed. –Young Master Ashworth, you and Willow are fated to be apart. Since Willow has already made her decision, I implore you not to press the issue further. Your health is not robust; you should return and rest.–

Naturally, Hayden Crawford desired Morgan Ashworth’s well-being, as any misfortune could result in his own daughter paying the price. However, he could not voice such concerns.

–Uncle, please inform Willow that I am waiting for her outside. If she does not emerge today, I shall wait all day. If she does not emerge for a year, I shall wait for a year. I will wait indefinitely.–

Morgan Ashworth remained stationed outside, awaiting Willow’s appearance.

Hayden Crawford closed the door.

At that moment, Serena Sterling approached. –Young Master Ashworth has not departed?–

Hayden Crawford nodded. –Young Master Ashworth and Willow both possess exceptionally stubborn natures. It appears he will not leave unless he sees Willow. How is Willow?–

–I have just administered the third dose of heart blood to Willow. Her condition is quite frail,– Serena Sterling stated gravely.

–Should we inform Willow that Morgan Ashworth is here?–

–Yes.–

Serena Sterling made her way to the underground laboratory. Willow Crawford, attired in a loose white dress, lay upon a hospital bed. Her complexion was poor, pale as parchment, yet the child within her womb continued to grow healthily, seemingly unaffected.

–Mommy, was the third dose of heart blood successful?– Willow inquired, her voice laced with anxiety.

Serena Sterling took out a brocade box, revealing the third pill within. "It's successful. As long as Young Master Ashworth takes this pill, the poison within him will be cured," she declared.

"That's wonderful, truly wonderful," Willow murmured. "Mommy, please send someone to deliver this to Morgan Ashworth immediately and ensure he consumes it."

"Willow," Serena Sterling gently clasped Willow's small, cold hand. "You should give it to him yourself, for he is right here, just outside our door."

What?

Willow was taken aback. How had he arrived here?

"Willow, Young Master Ashworth wishes to see you one last time. He stated he will not depart unless he sees you."

Willow lowered her head, feeling lost. How could she possibly face him in her current state?

"Never mind, I won't see him. Ask him to leave and begin his new life after taking the pill."

"Willow, you know Young Master Ashworth better than I do. Do you truly believe he would leave without seeing you?"

Willow's eyes glazed over as she drew her knees to her chest, hugging herself tightly.

"Willow, consider carefully whether you wish to see Young Master Ashworth," Serena Sterling said before walking out.

Willow remained seated on the hospital bed. The sterile room was devoid of any presence, feeling empty and frightening.

Truthfully, she did miss Morgan Ashworth. Now that he was here, seeking to see her, she knew she would find him if she stepped outside.

However, when indecision leads to further turmoil, what good would seeing him accomplish?

Forget it, it's best not to meet.

Deep into the night, as she lay drowsily, Willow suddenly heard the sound of rain pattering against the window. It seemed to be raining outside.

But Morgan Ashworth was still waiting outside; would he get wet?

An autumn rain chills to the bone. It was already late autumn, and if he got soaked, he would undoubtedly catch a cold.

He hadn't yet taken the third pill. If he were to fall ill now, it would only add to his suffering. How much agony would that inflict upon him?

Willow's heart instantly surged with intense pain, a torment that tore through her very being. She could not simply stand by and watch him further harm his body.

"Mommy! Mommy, I want to see Morgan Ashworth!" Willow cried out towards the door. She relented; she would go and see him now.