Humbert and Ingemar didn’t know what mood Grace was in during this period.
When the door was opened, Caden was sent to the emergency room again.
The sound of hasty steps arose in the corridor. Everyone was nervous when Caden was in the
emergency room.
It was as if Grace had been forgotten. Everyone focused their attention on the man being rescued.
No one was talking. It was not until the nightfall did the doctor declare that he has been saved.
However, it was not the end. During the five days after she arrived, the shadow of death had always
covered him like this.
Five days and nights, eleven times.
She had counted. Every time he was sent to the emergency room, she counted one.
She didn’t know why she did it.
She didn’t even know if she still had the strength to hate and resent him.
She couldn’t even understand her own mind, not to mention Caden’s.
It was an early morning, a morning with a glimmer of hope.
She was sitting by the sickbed. Having be accustomed to quietly stare at his fleshless cheek all day
and night, she was tired out but still didn’t dare to fall asleep.
In the dead of night, she would just sit next to him and gaze at the face that she would never forget.
Sometimes, as if someone had bewitched her, she would come up with an evil thought––she would be
free if he died.
However, whenever she thought that he would die and leave her, her heart would ache, making it
almost impossible for her to breathe.
Even she herself did not know whether she wanted him to be alive or die.
“Don’t you want him to wake up?” Humbert asked with his teeth gritted.
She couldn’t give an answer.
“Here! Won’t your heart ache if he can’t wake up?” Humbert pointed at his own chest and shouted at
the woman who didn’t even shed a single tear.
Yes! It hurt! Without thinking twice, her soul had already shouted out. Yes! It hurt! It hurt badly!
“I’ve experienced many kinds of pain before,” she just said like this, regardless of Humbert’s
understanding. She was talking to Humbert, or maybe just to herself.
I have experienced many kinds of pain and have met misfortunes of sorts. You asked me whether I
would feel heartache if he couldn’t wake up. Yes, it hurt, but just hurt. Anyway, the heart had gone
numb.
Yes, numb. She told herself again and again as if it wouldn’t hurt in this way. But she found herself hard
to breathe. “I’ll go out to take a fresh breath.”
Behind her, Humbert clenched his fists tightly. He had no right to blame her, but he actually resented
her for her coldness.
However, if she was really cold and heartless, who was the one sitting by the sickbed for several days
and unwilling to leave?
Humbert turned around and silently gazed at Caden who was lying on the sickbed.
…
It was night.
It was the only night she fell asleep out of exhaustion.
She was so tired that she just fell asleep while bending over the sickbed.
At dawn, she was woken up by a noise.
She opened her eyes and found the sickbed surrounded by people.
She saw Humbert and Ingemar who stood opposite her first. However, both of them looked excited and
they were gazing at … She followed their gazes and abruptly turn around!
She dramatically widened her eyes.
Opening her mouth, she just blankly stared at the man who was blinking at her.
Blinking?
All of a sudden, she came to herself and had her head clear.
Caden had woken up!
She was filled with joy in a second. But as she realized it, she despised herself. Why did she feel joyful
for him?
And for what she would feel joyful for him?
She shifted the self-loathing upon him, turning it into aggressive words.
“I didn’t shed a single tear for you. I won’t cry for you.”
At this moment, everyone glared at her angrily. Ingemar suppressed his anger and shouted, “You’re so
far past the line!”
“Caden has just woken up and you are irritating him like this. Do you really want him to die?” In the
wake of Humbert.
Grace felt regretful as soon as she said it out, but she refused to show the white feather. She pursed
her lips tightly and kept silent.
Suddenly, a voice arose,
“Big sister, do you really hate me?” he said in a wronged and upset tone, just like a wronged kid.
Blank, Grace stared at the wronged man who was lying on the bed, “You …”
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