Chapter 170 Reaping the Fruits of Her Labor

Despite the late hour, only a single, dim wall light was switched on in the VIP ward. Emily had fallen into a deep sleep while resting on the edge of the bed. She had been beyond exhausted, and the tightly-coiled tension within her only sprung free after she learned that Gabriel's life was no longer in danger. Her brow was still furrowed deeply even as she slept. She was even gripping a corner of Gabriel's patient gown in her hand. Gabriel's lashes fluttered lightly before he slowly peeled his eyes open. The effects of the anesthetic hadn't completely worn off yet, so his consciousness was still hazy. The wounds all over his body were also screaming out in pain. However, when he spotted Emily's slender figure sleeping on the edge of the bed, all the pain suddenly disappeared. He had survived. He had assumed that he was done for when Arthur had plunged the knife into his body. His mind had been filled with nothing but Emily at that moment. Mustering up the last of his strength,