Regaining consciousness in the intensive care unit, the wealthy man overheard his wife’s conversation on the phone…

Regaining consciousness in the intensive care unit, the wealthy man overheard his wife’s conversation on the phone, and upon learning about the will, he pretended to be dead. James woke up immediately, as if an invisible switch had been flipped, restoring his consciousness. Since his body still didn’t respond, he cracked his eyes open slightly, and saw that he was in a room, the whiteness of which made him squint again.

Lord, where am I, and why does my body feel so weak and powerless? How did I even get here? he muttered. The answer to his question came in the form of a faint squeak, from various sensors and devices a couple of metres away from the bed. James strained his consciousness again, and realised he was in a hospital room.

But how did he get here, and what exactly happened? The dazzling light overhead hindered his concentration, and a buzzing in his ears made it sound like an alarm was ringing in his mind. His consciousness was immediately pierced by a severe bout of pain, causing him to groan softly. Suddenly James felt an intense thirst, but there was no one to give him water right now, and there was no water within arm’s reach either.

There was no doubt this was indeed a hospital room, but why was there so much equipment here? James had never been to such medical facilities before, so he had nothing to compare with. Threads from IV drips and various sensors trailed away from his hands, and his body felt completely weightless. He didn’t have enough strength to fully open his eyes, so he could only glimpse the world through slits.

At first the sounds seemed so muffled and distant that James doubted he could hear anything at all. But then a very familiar voice sounded nearby, making his heart flutter with excitement. It was his wife Grace’s voice, yes, there was no doubt.

The same intonation and a slight coquetry in the pronunciation of some phrases gave her away completely. James suddenly tensed trying to signal Grace in some way when he heard the sound of the door opening. The businessman gathered himself, expecting to hear anything but this.

Dr. Merritt, hello, please tell me, how is my husband doing? Will he lie like a vegetable for long and suffer? Perhaps it’s worth resorting to more radical measures? Grace asked, adding a plaintive tone to her voice. There was a tense pause in the room for a moment, and then the attending physician replied, I’ll give you one piece of advice, don’t anger God, hope for the best. Your husband doesn’t have much of a chance, but you can’t give up.

And I also advise you to spend less time near him to avoid the possibility of accidentally infecting him with any infection. In case of any progress in treatment, you will be immediately informed, but for now I strongly urge you to leave the room. Okay, of course, you’re right.

Forgive me, I understand everything, Grace sang in a syrupy voice. And shortly after James heard the receding footsteps and the sound of a closing door, from which he concluded that the female doctor had left, while Grace remained standing by his bedside, lost in her own thoughts. Suddenly the businessman distinctly discerned the melodious trill of a telephone ring.

In the intensive care unit, it sounded so unnatural that it made him doubt the reality of everything happening. He never liked eavesdropping and considered it a shameful and unworthy act for someone of his status. After all, he was the owner of one of the best restaurants in the city.

If James were healthy right now, he would have definitely left the room and let Grace speak without witnesses. But since he couldn’t do that, he had to listen to everything from beginning to end. Hello, darling, is that you? Your number seemed unfamiliar.

Did you get a new one again? A will? Yes, I’ve written it, of course. Where will it go? Yes, I’ve already read it. Everything’s just as I wanted.

Thanks to the notary reviewed it. True, not for free, of course, but you have to pay for everything. Yes, you know that.

After his wife’s words, James’s heart raced with furious speed. Who is Grace talking to so sweetly? She’s not even speaking, just cooing. Is that even possible? And what exactly is she talking about, this will? But what she said next finally dispelled all doubts.

Yes, darling, I’ve just come into the room. Well, what can I say? My dear lies there like a vegetable in general. No changes.

I think based on this, I’ll be able to manage the restaurant as I see fit. And when James is no longer there, then I’ll inherit it as it should be. Well, I’ll go now.

Still have things to do. And I love you. Well, goodbye for now.

Such audacity left James breathless. It’s incomprehensible. Talking about her husband’s imminent departure in his presence, and even calling him a vegetable.

Did he deserve such treatment? Meanwhile, lying on the hospital bed, James stubbornly couldn’t understand why the sensors, which were supposed to inform the medical staff that he had regained consciousness, hadn’t worked. He had seen something like this in one of the domestic movies. He couldn’t remember the title, but the essence had been etched into his memory forever.

However, it’s one thing to observe from the sidelines, and quite another to be the one involved, especially when your spouse has just betrayed you so easily. And James had no doubt that betrayal had occurred. But who saved him from the engulfing flames of the car? Who dared to risk their own life for him? At that moment, consciousness clouded, returning him on the waves of memory to the event that occurred on that fateful day.

The morning of the elite restaurant owner James Williams began as usual, hardly different from all the previous ones. As usual, he got up with the first rays of the sun, when most of the city’s inhabitants were still peacefully snoozing in their beds. From the windows of his house, there was an excellent view of the city, which was just beginning to settle into its usual daily routine….