FreeNovelChapter 258 I kept telling myself not to cabout him anymore, but when I heard he was in trouble, my body reacted unconsciously as if it had been conditioned over the eight years we had been together. It was beyond my control.
Grabbing my car keys, I rushed outside while trying to calm myself down, confirming on the phone, "He's at Blessed Care Medical Facility, right? I'll be right there,” "Yes, Room 1," Kevin responded.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDriving to BlessedCare Medical Facility, I tried to keep my thoughts organized. Despite the difficulties facing the Ferguson Group, it remained a leading corporation in RiverCity, always on the brink of a breakthrough or a comeback Who would dare target Bryant at a tlike this?' I thought I had braced myself. But it caughtoff guard when I saw Bryant sitting up in bed, pale and unfocused, as a doctor bandaged his arm and chest wounds. My heart clenched, the pain sharp and continuous, like being nibbled by ants.
"Mr. Ferguson..." Kevin noticedand called out.
Bryant turned, about to respond, when he caught sight ofI opened my mouth only to realize my throat was tight. "How did it get this bad?" The stainless steel tray held blood-soaked bandages, and the wounds were deep and long, visibly painful.
He looked at me, trying to appear nonchalant. "It's nothing, just a scratch." "Yeah, a 'scratch that had you unconscious for a day and two nights, waking up just this morning. You're too proud, Mr. Ferguson..." Kevin couldn't resist a jab.
Bryant shot him a look, his tone icy, "Who told you to inform her?" "It did." Kevin pointed to the cufflink he was fiddling with in his hand and quickly escaped before Bryant could retort.
The doctor finished bandaging the wounds soon, applied medication to a scrape on his forehead, and earnestly advised, "Mr. Ferguson, you might not think much of these injuries, but if you don't take proper care, they'll cause long-term problems. Make sure the wounds stay dry to avoid infection like your previous gunshot wound." Bryant nodded slightly. "Hmm." Seeing that his advice was being ignored, the doctor turned toand said, “Mrs. Ferguson, please make sure he takes care." I felt awkward, unsure of how to respond. Finally, under the doctor's expectant gaze, I nodded. "I'll inform his assistant." "Alright, I'll leave you two then. Before I could finish, the doctor cut in and left, reassured.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe room fell silent, leaving just Bryant and me.
I pursed my lips. "Why... didn't you want Kevin to tell me?"
Just a few days ago, he was begging.
for my forgiveness, not wanting a ΟΠ divorce. Yet, when pity could work in his favor, he chose silence and instructed Kevin to keepin the dark. Despite his injuries and a bandaged arm slung around his neck, Bryant's demeanor remained cold and dignified.
"You wouldn't have cif you knew," he said softly, his voice m hoarse, a self-mocking smile on his lips. That would have been too pitiful." I replied calmly, "If we're talking about pity, I've had my fair share of moments needing you when you weren't there."
"Jane Webster, Suddenly, Bryant called my full name, his voice tender, his eyes full of earnestness and m warmth "You still have feelings for me, don't you? You cwhen you heard I was hurt. So why won't you givea second chance to make things right?"
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