Jonathan squeezed my palm and used the last of his strength to say, “If I’m not so fortunate this time, you should start a new life… Widows don’t need to go through divorce procedures…”
Suddenly, he smiled and added, “At least we’d still be husband and wife.”
“Don’t say silly things like that!” I yelled at him.
I wanted to cry out loud, afraid that he really wouldn’t make it through this.‘
Familiar feelings from the past swept through me, and I realized that all I had done was suppress my feelings for him.
I wanted to forget him in order to protect myself.
Given time, I really might have been able to forget him, but now his life was hanging by a thread just after I remembered everything that happened between us.
As a result, I couldn’t set these feelings aside.
However, I still wanted to divorce him, and I hoped that he would be able to walk out of that operating room safe and sound.
We would then be able to sign the divorce agreement, make our peace, and go our separate ways.
The light above the door of the operating room remained on.
I sat on a chair outside and waited.
My hands were covered in fresh blood, all of which belonged to Jonathan.
In my eyes, everything happening around me at the moment had nothing to do with me.
At least, that was until Jonathan’s mother–Layla Cross–asked me hastily, “How’s Jonathan’s condition?”
It was then that I finally glanced up at her dully. “Sorry. I don’t know what the situation is yet… The doctors are doing their best to save him.”
Layla’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she almost fainted.
I thought she would blame me for what happened to Jonathan, but she didn’t say anything about it.
After calming down, she glanced at me before telling me to wait here.
Alicia wailed, “Mrs. Ford! Mrs. Ford! It’s all Elise’s fault… It has nothing to do with me! She was the one I tried to kill! Why would I want to hurt Jonathan?”
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