Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 72 Are You Fucking Useless?

Sylvester hurried out of the basement, carrying Lela in his arms. The individuals outside the villa remained unaware of the situation until they caught wind of a distressed and urgent voice. "Mildred, call Vanessa."

Following that, Sylvester's usually calm face became tense.

He appeared in front of everyone in a flustered manner.

Mildred and the other bodyguards had never seen their master like this, and their expressions were filled with astonishment.

Charlie was also taken aback.

Sylvester didn't care about the others' expressions; he just held onto Lela and ran towards another medical building.

Lela possessed a unique mutant physiology, and he didn't trust the people outside, fearing the risk of exposure. Furthermore, Dragon Manor boasted cutting-edge medical resources and emergency treatments on par with the nation's finest hospitals.

Mildred observed, "By this, I could tell that Miss Lela must have faced some trouble."

Swiftly, she retrieved her phone and dialed Vanessa, who was currently in Greafury City. Afterward, she hurried toward the medical room.

Observing this, Charlie instructed the bodyguards to step aside and joined Mildred in her dash.

At the pharmaceutical research institute, Vanessa received the call while conducting research in the laboratory. Recently, the institute had discovered a new potion that might be beneficial to humans. But she couldn't delay and quickly handed her work over to Rupert.

She didn't even remove her lab coat; instead, she snatched her medical kit and made her way to Dragon Manor.

......

Sylvester cradled Lela in his embrace, carefully settling her onto a plush hospital bed. Seated at her bedside, he clasped her delicate hand tightly, his eyes bloodshot as he gazed upon her pale face.

Lela's brows were knit in a tight furrow, beads of sweat adorned her forehead, and her body intermittently convulsed, as if trapped in a ceaseless cycle of nightmarish and terrifying experiences, granting her no respite... "Little one, what has happened to you?" His voice trembled.

At this moment, feelings of guilt, self-blame, anxiety, and unease all rushed towards Sylvester, causing his chest to constrict and a metallic taste in his throat.

He shouldn't have done it.

It was absolutely wrong to bring the little one to the basement and chain her up with a metal chain.

He was truly... bewildered.

When Mildred and Charlie arrived, this was the scene they saw.

Lela lay on the white hospital bed, barely clinging to life, without a trace of her usual lively and cheerful demeanor.

Sylvester kissed Lela's hand and, after waiting for a while with no sign of Vanessa, he almost lost control.

"Where is that old Vanessa?"

"Why hasn't she arrived yet?"

Mildred quickly called Vanessa again, who was currently at the entrance. Upon receiving the call, Vanessa gasped for breath and said, "I'm here, taking Dragon Manor's sightseeing car over." Fortunately, Vanessa arrived just in time before Sylvester erupted in anger.

As soon as she reached the door, Sylvester forcefully pulled her inside and demanded, "Tell me, what's wrong with her?"

Vanessa hadn't even had a chance to wipe her sweat. As she looked at Sylvester's frantic expression, she didn't dare to delay and quickly put on her gloves to examine Lela.

Apart from slightly fast and irregular breathing and heart rate, there were no other signs of illness in her vital signs.

Seeing Vanessa's puzzled expression, Sylvester was going crazy.

"For heaven's sake, just tell me, what's wrong with her?"

Vanessa looked up, full of confusion, and said, "Mr. Gomez, this young lady doesn't seem to have anything major!"

"You're telling me she's fine? Look at her! Are you useless or something?" Sylvester's anger and impatience were unlike anything Vanessa had ever seen before.

Struggling to quell her internal turmoil and summoning courage despite the unease prickling at her scalp, she inquired, "It appears that this young lady is displaying a stress reaction triggered by some kind of stimulus. May I... may I inquire with Mr. Gomez about the events leading up to her current condition?"