A feeling of guilt and self-blame arose in my heart. I felt horrible thinking about how anxious Christopher must have been these past few days. If it were not for my impulsive actions, he would never have had to go through all that.

 

I could not imagine how he endured the past eight days. Perhaps he was standing by the bedside and blaming himself for not having protected me. Or maybe he had been smoking in the corridor and watching me through the glass. All the while, he was probably praying for me to wake up soon.

 

When the nurse came to give me my medicine, she saw me looking out the window. She quickly hurried over to shut it. “Don’t expose yourself to too much wind. If you get infected, your husband will cause a huge scene in the hospital again. Last time he brought a gun here. Dr. Jennings almost passed out from the fear.”

doctor?” I was taken

the emergency room that day. He was close to ending his own life on the spot. All the medical staff were so

and the cup I was holding fell to the floor. It smashed

tell Christopher that I knew. The two of us just hugged each other softly in hopes that we could

overseas parcel. Christopher handed it over to me and told me to open it myself. I did not recall having any friends overseas though. The only

 

surprise. It was a painting. Not just any painting,

had now returned to my possession. Did Isabelle send this back to me to return

my emotions. The top right corner where Crystal’s name used to be had been professionally removed. Now, it revealed my own name that I

 

I looked toward Christopher and said lowly, “Chris, I rejected the invitation to join the

the painting back in its box. “Even if you didn’t, I would have rejected them for you. You deserve a bigger audience. Competitions like those are of no help to

at the hospital, I was very well taken care of.Both Christopher and Julia took care of everything in detail. Even the food I ate was

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