Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 154 His worsening state

Meanwhile, at the countryside inside the Lewis’s home, silence engraved the entire building. The only sound left was the continuous flipping of pages by Daniel Lancaster, who was still very much in his vengeance mode.

A box of untouched pizza sat on his table, brand new and cold. When he had gotten far into his research and received a notification, he paused what he was doing and glanced at his screen.

A message had just come in—apparently from the spy he sent to his father’s home. Not his real father, of course. The useless junkie that claimed to be his father for several years. The message read that a terrible conflict had erupted in the house and it was fire—literal mayhem. Alessandro was now showing his true colors and had turned deadlier than before.

His business, still under his care, hadn’t been transferred to his son. And from the way things were going, Alessandro wasn’t planning on doing so anytime soon—or ever.

Daniel grinned sheepishly at the information. Now what he really wanted to know was who the hell his actual father was. Nothing like a family reunion—just the simple curiosity of knowing who his mother opened her worthless legs for and birthed him into such a cursed home. He had no idea who that man was, but one thing was certain: if Celestine hadn’t gone back to him, then the man was nothing but a wretched, groveling old fool. His mother despised poverty more than anything.

Excellent. Well done, spy. He typed a quick response and closed the chat immediately, noticing that his phone battery was now low.

Damn it. And by the look of things, there was no electricity in the house.

Arghhhhh, what kind of place doesn’t have electricity? It was abnormal. Daniel had never heard anything so ridiculous. He finally stood up from the table, realizing how long he had truly been seated. Time wasn’t helping—everything seemed to be running so fast.

The clock now read 8 p.m., and Daniel sighed in exhaustion. God, he was tired. Maybe tomorrow he would contact Thomas and Norman to ask how the shooting went. Too bad he couldn’t be there to watch those useless animals—like Cassian the arrogant blonde—and his cohort get killed and blown off.

The most thrilling part for him would’ve been the twins, oh Greta and Gregor... he would’ve enjoyed butchering them. But next time. For now, all he could take on would be Adrian Valez and Jake—whatever his surname was; Daniel never cared enough to learn it.

Something struck his memory. Didn’t he see Michael enter the house earlier? But he hadn’t seen him since. That wasn’t like him at all. Ever since Daniel got here, Michael came every day with food and fruits, preaching about eating healthy and staying away from junk. But today... today felt empty. Dry. Hollow.

I don’t know... aren’t I supposed to be happy that he isn’t bugging me?

Daniel kept walking toward his room, ready to fall onto the bed and drift away—but something caught his eye. A hand was sticking out from beneath the door at the corner of the dining room. The restroom there, which was usually locked, now had a hand showing underneath.

Who was there? And why was their hand visible like that?

"Excuse me, whoever is present, please your hand is outside—mind pulling it back?" Daniel said. It sounded calm enough in his ears, except no one replied. And he was sure he said it out loud.

"Hello? Who is there? Can you remove your hand? It’s not healthy," he called again.

Still nothing.

Daniel’s head spun. Could the person be collapsed? That would explain the hand. But the only people here were Cindy and Michael... meaning it had to be one of them. His heart tightened.

He took a step forward, pushing the door—when a small voice came from behind.

"Looking for anyone?" Cindy asked, peering at where he was heading.

Daniel shrugged and pointed at the visible hand.

"I think someone is there." Wait—Cindy was standing right here. Meaning the only other person was Michael. And dear God, he was sick. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Daniel didn’t waste a second. He dashed forward, shoving the door with all his strength. Cindy, with her crutches, stood trembling in the corner as the door finally snapped open.

Daniel froze, stunned.

Michael was sprawled across the floor, vomiting blood from his nose and mouth. His entire body trembled violently. Daniel immediately dropped beside him, lifting his hand to his chest to check his heartbeat.

"Mike, dear... what happened? What’s all this? Why didn’t you say anything?" Daniel swallowed hard, bewildered as Michael stuttered, trying to speak.

"I... tri...ed... but you didn’t... lis—" He suddenly vomited another thick stream of blood, staining the tiles. Cindy burst into tears behind them.

"Brother, why are you vomiting? What is wrong, brother?" she cried, limping forward.

Daniel felt his stomach twist. Michael had tried communicating with him and he hadn’t heard. When? How? He’d been too wrapped up in his own madness to notice the person who saved him was falling apart.

Oh God... he was the worst.

Daniel was heavily pregnant now, so lifting Michael was nearly impossible. He settled for bracing his shoulders, helping him stand enough to get him onto the couch. Luckily, Michael wasn’t unconscious—yet. If he was, it would’ve been a bigger disaster because Daniel would’ve had to go outside for help, putting both himself and Michael at risk.

He laid Michael on the couch and placed a pillow under his head. Then he ran for water and soft cloths, soaking them before returning to gently massage Michael’s forehead with the cold compress.

Daniel could feel the heat radiating off him. Michael was burning up. This cold water was the only remedy Daniel knew that could cool him down a little. He asked for Panadol, and Cindy limped over to bring the first-aid box.

Seeing it made Daniel’s face brighten. Of course there would be a first-aid kit here; Michael was a doctor, after all. But how could a doctor be so careless with his health? How could he let himself get this bad? Dangerous... stupidly dangerous.

Daniel didn’t know much about medical procedures, but the basics were simple. He followed what little he knew.

Michael looked horrifically pale—white like those vampires in movies. And yet his beauty didn’t diminish. His aura, though faded, was still gentle. That only made Daniel more terrified something terrible was about to happen.

Okay, he was sick, but this... this wasn’t normal unless he wasn’t taking his medication or skipping chemotherapy. Which he needed badly at this stage. When he woke up, Daniel would give him a piece of his mind.

After feeding him the medicine—Michael grimaced and swallowed painfully—he fell back onto the couch and slowly calmed down. Then he drifted into sleep.

Back in his thoughts, Daniel began berating himself for sending someone this sick to do his dirty work. Michael shouldn’t be going out anymore. He needed proper care. But with Daniel pregnant and Cindy practically disabled, there wasn’t much they could do without him helping.

This was so selfish of me... Daniel whispered, horrified by what he’d done to such a sweet soul.

"Cindy, I want to cook. Take care of him and call me if he needs anything," Daniel instructed and walked away slowly, holding his waist.

Arriving at the tiny kitchen—more like a suffocating little cage—Daniel instantly felt trapped. His claustrophobia kicked in and he rushed to the windows, dragging them open.

Sigh.

God, that was close. Why were the windows even shut that tightly?

Now what should he cook? Pasta? Noodles? Rice with salad? Which damn thing again?

Ting!!

Another notification.

How many times would he tell them he was busy? Well... just this once.

He opened the message—and dropped the phone immediately, eyes widening like saucers.

"Nicole Shelton is pregnant for Xylander Wolfe. And you, Daniel pet... I know where you’re hiding."

—Love, Mateo Valez.

That psychopath had figured out where he was. He would be attacking soon.

How horrifying.