The Return Of Lee Young

CHAPTER 5

The quiet road did not remain quiet for long. What had once been still and desolate was soon torn apart by the sharp, rising wail of sirens that pierced through the silence.

An ambulance sped toward the wrecked black sedan where Lee lay unconscious, his body slumped lifelessly against the twisted frame. Behind it followed a procession of luxury vehicles, sleek and polished, all painted in an intimidating shade of black that reflected no trace of weakness.

The ambulance came to an abrupt halt.

Moments later, two of the luxury cars stopped behind it. Then, with a quiet authority that demanded attention, a Bentley Bentayga rolled to a controlled stop.

The ambulance doors flew open, and paramedics rushed out with urgency.

At the same time, the doors of a black sedan and a Rolls-Royce swung open. A group of men stepped out—each dressed in black suits, with a heavy and suffocating presence. They moved like trained enforcers, broad-shouldered and domineering, their muscles taut beneath their clothing as if coiled for violence at any moment.

Then, a tall woman stepped out from the Bentley, assisted by a bodyguard who opened the door with careful precision. She wore a loose black suit that concealed her strong physique, yet nothing could hide the aura she carried.

Her tanned skin glowed under the bright light, and her caramel-brown hair was tied into a neat bun. Every inch of her posture screamed discipline—military precision, cold and unyielding. It was the kind of presence that could make even the boldest men hesitate.

The men in black instantly moved, forming two straight lines that created a path for her. Five on each side, and their heads slightly bowed.

“Miss Hook!” they greeted in unison, their voices tight with respect and fear.

Tyler Hook did not respond. She walked forward with calm authority.

Then her eyes fell on the wrecked car. Everything in her stilled.Her gaze sharpened instantly, and her voice cut through the air like a command no one dared ignore.

“No one touches him carelessly.”

Inside the wreckage, Lee lay unconscious. Blood traced down from his head, sliding along his temple and staining his clothes. His eyes were tightly shut, his face pale—too pale. He looked like a man already standing at death's door.

Beside him, partially soaked in blood, was a photograph.A half torn picture of him and Catherine.

For a moment, Tyler's expression flickered. She was torn in pieces for allowing him to suffer for far too long. She had let this happen. Her fists tightened at her sides.

“Not a single hair on his head should be missing,” she warned as the paramedics worked to pull him out. “Unless you want your entire generation to suffer for it.”

The paramedics froze for half a second before springing into action with an immediate urgency.

Carefully—more carefully than they had ever handled any patient before—they pulled Lee out of the wreckage and placed him onto a stretcher.

The moment his body was secured, Tyler climbed into the ambulance without hesitation.

“Let’s go.” The doors slammed shut.

Inside, the atmosphere had tensed up. Lee’s condition was worsening. Blood continued to seep through the bandage wrapped around his head, soaking it deeper with every passing second.

“He's losing too much blood,” Tyler Hook startled in dismay. “Do something!”

“Ma’am, please calm down. We’re doing everything we can,” one of the paramedics replied, trying to remain composed under pressure.

Tyler turned to him slowly. “You call this doing your best?”

“If anything happens to my Master… you’ll pay for the rest of your life.” She growled in a husky, terrifying voice.

Silence fell instantly. A paramedic froze. Did she just call him Master? He glanced at Lee again.

The man lying on the stretcher looked no different from a discarded nobody, who fate had already abandoned. His clothes were ordinary, and his condition looked pitiful. Yet this woman… this terrifying, powerful woman… called him Master? The paramedics exchanged stunned glances, but none of them dared to speak.

The siren continued to wail as the ambulance sped through traffic, cutting through the city like a force of inevitability.

Behind them, the black sedan and Rolls-Royce followed closely, never once losing distance.

The ambulance finally pulled into the gates of Aetheria Infirmary, the most prestigious hospital in Avendel Heights.

The building stood like a monument—an architectural masterpiece designed by the renowned Architect Julius Mason. Towering structures of glass and concrete reflected the sky, surrounded by carefully cultivated gardens that contrasted sharply with the urgency of the moment. But beneath its beauty held power, influence and control.

Security at the entrance was tight. Broad-shouldered men guarded every corner, their eyes sharp and alert. The ambulance was stopped instantly.

“Emergency!” the driver called out.

Within seconds, the gates were opened. The stretcher was pulled out, and nurses rushed forward as Lee was wheeled inside.

“Prepare him for an emergency craniotomy,” one of the nurses said after a quick assessment.

“Do whatever you can to save him,” Tyler said without hesitation.

Within seconds, Lee was wheeled to the operating room. Bright light flooded the sterile space as his body was placed on an operating table. He was connected to machines, and his heart beat echoed slowly and unsteady through the room.

Outside, the men in black stood guard like statues, watching every direction with an unvarying focus.

A nurse approached Tyler in the waiting area. “There's an amount of bleeding in the patient's brain, so the surgery may take awhile. It'll last for about three to five hours. We'll inform you if anything changes.”

“The surgeon and nurses are doing everything they can to stop the bleeding.”

“Thank you for your hard work.” Tyler sighed in relief. She stared at the nurse as she walked back into the operating room.

Hours ticked by, but there weren't any updates on Lee. Tyler grew anxious as the surgery stretched past the 5-hour mark. She paced the floor, but her steps were no longer steady.

Just then, a surgeon appeared right in front of Tyler. “We have a problem.”

Tyler's eyes widened in dismay, her heart dropping instantly. “Is he dead?”

“No,” the surgeon replied quickly. “But we might lose him if we don't transfuse blood immediately. He's lost too much.”

Tyler's eyes darkened. “Then why are you here?” She snapped. “Do whatever it takes to save him.”

“Is there an issue ma'am?” One of the men in black approached as he overheard Tyler.

“Go back to your position. Don't leave unless I say so.”

The doctor was overwhelmed in daze at Tyler's abruptness.

“All we need is a consent for blood to be transfused to the patient. We don't have much time.”

She signed the form without hesitation. She couldn't let Lee die.

Hours later, the surgery was complete. Nurses and surgeons emerged from the operating room. Lee was transferred to an intensive care unit where he was closely monitored by a nurse. Tyler stood beside him, now dressed in a blue hospital gown and a mask.

She stared at him carefully as the machine beeped slowly.

“Miss Hook.” A doctor approached, signaling Tyler to follow him to his office.

“The surgery was successful.” Said the doctor as he sat behind a neatly arranged desk.

“How long until he wakes up?” Tyler grabbed a chair opposite the doctor's desk.

“It's hard to say,” the doctor admitted. “It depends on how his body responds. Days… maybe weeks.”

Her gaze hardened slightly.

“For now, his condition is stable. The clot has been removed, but recovery will be painful. He will experience a severe headache, but not to worry. For now, he'll be strictly monitored in intensive care for two days.”

“Good. Thank you doctor.” Tyler nodded. “Move him to the VIP ward once he's stable enough.”

The doctor hesitated for a while. “May I ask… who exactly is he?”

Tyler's glare turned cold. “You didn't need to know for now. He's a VIP, that's all that matters.”

He was practically flustered. Who would believe such a church rat like Lee, could be someone important? He fought hard with his own thoughts, but he couldn't argue with Tyler. If she says he's a VIP, then he is.

He quickly nodded in agreement, “understood.”

The security men who were guarding the entrance caught sight of Tyler coming over from the doctor's office.

“Maintain your position.” One of the security men snapped.

They all stood still at their rightful spot, without bogging down.

Tyler walked past them without a glance. Her eyes darted towards Lee, where he lay unconscious. Her expression was unreadable, but fright crossed her eyes. It felt like her life depended on Lee's survival, it's what she's been trained for.

“Master.. wake up…” she muttered under her breath, so quietly that even she didn't almost hear.

He didn't so much as blink. His face remained slack, and still.

Then, at that point in time, his fingers twitched. A fleeting moment anyone would've missed, but Tyler didn't. She caught sight of it.

Her eyes snapped wide.

“Master… Can you hear me?”