My Sexy Little Wife's
Chapter 93: Please Wake up!

No words have been said from Naomi's lips since she arrived at the hospital. Her crying slowly subsided, leaving behind a hiccuping sound.  

Adrian and Justin have just had surgery. One bullet lodged in Adrian's left shoulder, while Justin was shot twice by Erica. One on the left arm and the other on the abdomen while trying to protect Naomi. 

Adrian has been transferred to the treatment room. He has not passed his critical time. Various medical devices had been attached to his body.

“Minum! You must be very tired.” Naomi looked at the man who was now crouching before her. A foreign man who suddenly claims to be his older brother. All the events today left him confused and wondering.

Naomi pressed her lips against the end of the straw. Sipping a few times to feel enough to relieve thirst.

"You feel better?"

"Yes, thank you, sir."

"I'm your brother, not your master." Prince Hugo gave a faint smile. His hands raised rubbed the top of Naomi's head. His gaze was deep, like finding something on that face. “After seeing your face, I am more and more convinced that you are indeed Isabel.” 

“Who Isabel?” ask Naomi. 

“You.”

"Me?"

Hugo clasped his sister's fingers. It's a little hard to explain to Naomi. Hugo had no idea where to start because the events of the day were vague in his memory. She was 10 years old when Isabel disappeared. 

“Iya .. I'll tell you. Will you hear it?” 

Naomi nodded in response.

"How about we just talk outside. Don't let Adrian be distracted" said Prince Hugo.

Naomi glanced at her husband who was still unconscious. He agreed afterwards.

Finally, Hugo began to tell everything about Isabel, about their parents and the day of the disappearance of Princess Isabel which was a heavy blow to the entire palace family. 

Naomi rubbed both sides of her wet cheeks. It was not easy for him to believe just like that in every speech of Prince Hugo. 

“What is the proof that I am Isabel?” ask Naomi later. 

“Isabel has a birthmark on her left shoulder. In addition there is a scar on the right knee. You were injured when you fell down the stairs, which made me fire your nanny.” 

Naomi was stunned for a while. Everything Hugo said was true. He had all the marks mentioned on his body.

"I'm sorry I found out so long about you. You have to go through a lot of bad things until you have to be sold as a waitress." Unable to stem the feeling of haru, Prince Hugo hugged his sister.

"Where are mom and dad?"

"They're in the palace. We're going home to them."

Naomi shook her head. "But I want to stay here with my husband."

"I don't want to leave him. If he wakes up later, he'll be looking for me."

The sound of footsteps chasing each other rang out from a distance and stopped the conversation. Naomi turned her head at a glance, looking as mother and Grandma Camila walked in haste.

"Naomi, how's Adrian doing?" asked the mother with a paled face full of worry, when she was in front of Naomi.

Naomi did not answer immediately. He glared at his mother-in-law sharply.

"Say Adrian is fine, Naomi. He wasn't hurt bad, was he?"

"Are you satisfied now?" The question was suddenly thrown by Naomi, making the in-laws bow their heads. He looks full of regret. "My husband in there is struggling because of the actions of my beloved girl! Is Mom happy now?"

"I'm sorry, Naomi. I know you're wrong for trusting Erica" she replied with tears.

"It's too late, Mom!"

There was nothing the woman could do but cry for her beloved son. Adrian was fighting death and it was like a blow to him.

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The night is getting late. Naomi went into the room where her husband lay unconscious. He pulled out a chair and sat down on the side of the bed. His chest felt full of stuff.

Adrian who is usually strong and tough now must be rolled weak helpless.

Naomi pilu's heart. But even to cry, he could no longer.

"Hey, Mr. Adrian is ugly, arrogant, forced and old! I'm scolding you! Why are you keeping quiet? Why not get up and get angry?"

Her hand moved to caress that pale face, then lay her head on her husband's arm.

"I want you to wake up and threaten me like you always do. Come on, get up and give me a threat."

She shook her husband's arm slowly.

"I don't like the way you're threatening me right now. Pretending to be dead is not funny!"

Naomi wiped the tears that soaked her cheeks.

"If you don't want to get up and threaten me in any other way, then I will threaten you!"

Naomi stroked Adrian's face. Leaning his head on his arm while sobbing until fatigue began to infiltrate, ushering him into dreamland.

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