From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 170 Penelope, Farewell.

"Hold on, Kelvin. The ambulance will be here soon," Penelope murmured. "Just do it for me, okay? Don't fall asleep. Hold on." She was so afraid.

Kelvin wanted to raise his hand to wipe away her tears, but he didn't have the strength. If he could keep this hand, it would already be considered lucky...

Penelope held onto him, lowering her head against his cheek, wishing to stay close to him.

"Why are you so foolish... Why? Fiona made you hurt yourself, and you did as she asked! You even pulled out the knife directly from your arm. Aren't you afraid of losing too much blood? Do you still need that hand? Kelvin, listen to me. If your arm becomes useless, I will despise you! Do you hear me?" she chided.

"You must, you must get better..." she pleaded, gently.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, slowly closing his eyes again.

"Penelope..." Each word he spoke was difficult and slow. "Stay well, alive, live on..." After saying this, Kelvin closed his eyes, and his hand fell.

"Kelvin!!!" Penelope's voice pierced through the night.

The ambulance roared when it arrived. Nurses lifted Kelvin onto the ambulance, and Penelope followed. "I am his wife, I am family! Let me come along!" she demanded.

As the door closed, she saw Fiona lying on the ground while Timothy rushed over. Penelope breathed a sigh of relief. She entrusted Timothy to handle everything, and all would be taken care of.

As she mulled over it, tears suddenly fell again.

Did he arrange and prepare it all before he came to save her?

Seemingly alone to confront Fiona, to lower her guard while secretly having his bodyguards on standby, to have them rush in at the critical moment.

And then, he faced the danger inside, while Timothy assisted from outside. Kelvin covertly coordinated with his team. He meticulously thought out every detail.

"You could have completely protected yourself and had no problems at all, but because of me..." Penelope couldn't continue with the rest of her words.

The love of the devil was torture, but it was also selfless dedication.

the bleeding from Kelvin's arm. Clumps of bloodied cotton were

pushed Kelvin into the

entrance of the operating room. By now, dawn

you have to be okay. You must, must keep your hand..."

you on the floor?" a nurse passing by asked, helping Penelope up and noticing the blood on her body,

The

bleed

you are injured too," the nurse said. "Your

then remembered that Fiona's knife had also cut her. She touched

cut on her face is fine," the nurse pulled her. "They would make a fuss even over a pimple, but you have such a long cut. You

"But I..." Penelope hesitated.

firm demand, Penelope

your face..." the doctor's expression was troubled. "It

it quickly, doctor. I have other matters to deal with," Penelope

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your face? Wait, stitches are needed," the doctor

anxious. She only wanted to stay by the door of the operating room and wait for news about Kelvin.

and asked, "Penelope! Are you okay?

fine. How is

"I rushed over as soon as I heard the news. How could

head. "It's a

Monica was

replied. "Compared to Kelvin... his hand..." She couldn't continue. Her voice

held her hand. "It will be all right. Everything will

didn't care about

doctor applied the bandage to her face, she reached out to hold it. "It's all right. I can go now,"

back to have the wound dressing changed, daily!" the doctor

follows through!" After saying that, Monica quickly caught up with

the door of the operating room, where Timothy was already standing. "How is the situation?" she asked. "Has