Just as he lifted his arm, a piercing pain shot through his wrist.
Stella York tried to open her eyes, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not. Subconsciously, she cried out that name.
"Lucas Scott... Lucas Scott..." her fragile voice sounded like she was desperately clinging to the last straw, pleading with him to spare her family.
She was so tired, tired enough to only want to keep on sleeping.
"Stella York, open your eyes and look at me. If you have something to say, say it to my face!" Seeing her finally respond, Lucas Scott pinched her philtrum, forcefully trying to rouse her from unconsciousness.
The doctor had already said that there was no danger to her life. Since she was refusing to wake up because she didn't want to see him, the only person who could wake her up was he!
