Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Just as the rescue team arrived. Edwin emerged from the theater carrying the unconscious Tiffany, his own body covered in blood
He placed her on the stretcher with extreme rare. Only after confirming she was safe did, he finally collapse.
The full extent of his injuries became visible.
The raw, bleeding wounds were horrific. Sylvia thought she couldn’t feel anything for him anymore, but she found her eyes welling up with tears.
I wasn’t concern she felt, but memories flooding back.
Years ago, Edwin had pursued her relentlessly. She wasn’t truly heartless about his efforts. She simply couldn’t let go of Matt then. So she couldn’t accept Edwin’s advances.
Until that day she suddenly collapsed and was rushed to the hospital. They discovered she had kidney failure,
She called her parents in tears, begging them to get tested as potential donors. They refused without hesitation, saying they had to take Tiffany on vacation. They said kidney failure wasn’t immediately fatal, and if it was, they’d just need to be notified after she was died.
Her birth parents ended the call without a second thought.
When all seemed hopeless, it was Edwin who quietly got tested, then silently underwent surgery.
Only after the operation did Sylvia learn he had donated his kidney.
She sat by his hospital bed crying for hours. When he awoke and saw her tear–streaked face, he immediately pulled her into his arms, repeating over and over: “Hey, don’t cry. I did it because I wanted to.”
Those words only made her cry harder.
In that moment, she thought perhaps she should abandon her pointless waiting and notice the man who had been beside her all along.
But once she surrendered to his warmth and fell completely in love with him, she discovered it had all been a deception.
Now she understood. He had always been the type of man willing to risk his life for love. But the only person he’d ever been willing to die for was alwsys Tiffany Ellery.
Edwin was seriously injured this time and ended up staying in the hospital for quite a while.
The same who once cried at his slightest scratch now avoided any mention of visiting him in the hospital.
Even when his assistant came with messages that Edwin wanted to see her, she still acted as if she hadn’t heard a thing, keeping herself busy with her own affairs.
She was half–asleep when a sudden weight pressed down on her. Startled, she opened her eyes to find Edwin holding her tightly against his chest.
He was still wearing a hospital gown–clearly escaped from the hospital. His forehead was wrapped in bandages.
He obviously wasn’t fully healed, yet here he was, clutching her silently and refusing to let go.
After struggling several times, she finally pushed him away. “What are you doing here? You should be in the hospital.”
“I missed you,” he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
After expressing how much he’d longed for her, he paused before continuing with a hint of hurt in his voice.
“Didn’t you get any of my messages from my assistant? Have you been avoiding me because I ran in to save Tiffany?”
“I’m sorry. I messed up. I shouldn’t have left you to go after someone else. But she’s your sister, and she was trapped in a burning building. That’s the only reason I went after her.
I promise, you’re the only one I’ve ever cared about. I pay extra attention to Tiffany just because she’s your sister–there’s absolutely nothing else going on!”
—Tale What Love Destroys
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“Sylvía, please stop being mad at me, please?”
Edwin sounded completely sincere. If Sylvia didn’t know who he truly loved, she might have believed every word.
His desperate rush back to her wasn’t about caring for her feelings at all.
He was just afraid she’d discovered his real feelings for Tiffany. Afraid their wedding plans would hit another snag. Afraid Tiffany wouldn’t get what she wanted.
Actually, he didn’t need to keep up this act. He could relax.
Soon.
Very soon, she would have nothing to do with any of them.
She would completely vanish from their world and live happily with her custom–made family.
Sure, those relationships would be artificial, but real ones had never given her a shred of love anyway. So what’s the point of caring whether it’s real
or not?
