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.

arm. Clumps of bloodied cotton were thrown into the

pushed Kelvin into the operating room. The door

fell at the entrance of the operating room. By

must, must keep your hand..." Penelope

and noticing the blood on her body, was startled. "Where are you injured?

"It's my husband's." The dried

person bleed so

are injured too," the

Fiona's knife had also cut her. She touched her face. "It's just a small wound, it's fine,"

her. "They would make a fuss even over a pimple, but you have such a long cut. You need stitches to prevent

"But I..." Penelope hesitated.

Under the nurse's firm demand, Penelope sat in the emergency room while the

but on your face..." the doctor's expression

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face? Wait, stitches are needed,"

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

Are you okay? Why is there so much

How is Kelvin doing?" Penelope

surgery, don't worry," Monica replied, looking worried. "I rushed over as soon as I heard the news. How could such a

hung her head. "It's a long

face..." Monica was

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

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

didn't care

her face, she reached out to

remember to come back to have the wound dressing changed, daily!" the doctor instructed but Penelope

follows through!" After saying

was already standing. "How is the situation?" she asked. "Has the doctor come