Cynthia cried hysterically, to the point it was tragic. She held onto Theodore's arms tightly, pressing against his injured back.

Theodore frowned, and let out a muffled groan. Cynthia, in her intense crying, didn't hear his discomfort.

"Theo, forgive me. I'm sorry. I won't say such things again. I'll wait patiently, even if I can't get a heart. Please forgive me this time, I'm begging you!"

Suddenly, she clutched her chest. It was hard for her to breathe, and she fainted in Theodore's arms.

"Cindy!" Theodore grabbed her chin and shook her face, then turned and shouted, "Doctor!"

The doctors worked hard to save Cynthia. Later, she was too weak to cry anymore, so she just lay quietly on the bed.

The medical monitor beeped steadily. Theodore stood by the bedside, sighing helplessly.

He had indeed said some harsh things, but considering her situation-so young and facing death-it was understandable that she would be afraid and therefore spoke without thinking. Cynthia slowly opened her eyes. "Theo."

bent down. "Rest well. Don't

you still blame me? If... If you do, then don't save me next time

me that nonsense," Theodore said sternly. "You still have a long life ahead. As long as you know

the wrong thing

was busy blaming Cynthia for disregarding others' lives, he almost

was a saint. If she hadn't acted on it and knew to correct her mistake, it was

of

and leave everything else

nodded obediently. "Okay, I'll listen to you

said the wrong thing, she knew how to use her advantages to make a man feel sorry for her and forgive her. Theodore took a white handkerchief from his suit pocket, and wiped

you not feeling

rest. I have some things to attend to. For the next

properly recover from his injuries. If he kept pushing himself, who knew when

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