When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 655

“No, it’s not like that…”

Gregory paused for a few seconds before continuing, “Your palms have been sweaty, and at one point, you gripped my hand so tight. That’s how I knew you were overthinking.” “Jane, don’t punish yourself for someone else’s mistakes.”

I opened my mouth, wanting him to stop talking for a moment.

But before I could utter a sound, he closed his eyes again.

Even in his condition, he was trying to comfort me. What reason did I have to trap myself in a self-imposed prison?

…

After Christine and Dailey brought back dinner and I had eaten, Christine insisted I get some rest while she kept watch.

I asked her to wait a moment and went to Mr. Abdul and Dr. Andrews, saying, “You both should get some sleep. I’ll call you if anything comes up.”

Dr. Andrews was okay with it, but Mr. Abdul had been pushing himself too hard.

Thinking it was pointless for everyone to be up, I decided to rest as well.

I asked Lucius, “Could you set up another bed for me? I’ll sleep here.”

The VIP ward beds were quite large, but with Gregory’s serious injuries, I wanted to ensure he had plenty of space.

Lucius took care of it.

I told Christine, “You should rest in the next room.”

Christine disagreed, “Don’t worry about me. I should be the one watching over him. Plus, in case of an emergency, I can run fast and call for help.”

here, might as well stay in the room

busy all day; you

“Please, go.”

to protest, but I firmly pushed her

anything happens, don’t

“Okay.”

Dailey followed her out.

I’m just next door. Shout for me if you need anything. Mr. Abdul mentioned you should

won’t take any risks with

Lucius left, the room

Gregory’s dry lips, I moistened

any sleepiness, I sat down by

fever patch and monitored his

me for

when thought he was

and

about to

device suddenly

ang sound.

an alarming sound.

rushed to the

fetch Mr. Abdul and Dr.

came out and said to me, “Don’t panic, take

can’t be controlled

a surge of warmth,

“Christine!”

I’m here,” she assured me from the

“Get Mr. Abdul, please.”