The harm he once inflicted was finally returned in full by Iris Harris. Was she ever in such agony?
Agony so great she’d rather die.
Yet even so, she obstinately followed behind him, hoping that he would turn around and look at her...
She was once so foolish and loved him so deeply!
He destroyed everything.
Brandan Hyde slowly reached out his hand and gently took Iris’s hand, "Iris, please stop talking, okay?"
Tears slid down his cheeks as he looked at her imploringly.
"Will you co back with ? I will cure you," just like she once donated her bone marrow to him, his bone marrow could save her too.
It’s okay.
He could save her...
As long as she was willing to go back with him...
If only she were willing.
Iris suddenly freed herself from Brandan Hyde’s hand, biting her lip as she looked at him, "Give back my passport!"
She was no longer afraid of death, so why fear him?
But she truly didn’t want to stay by his side anymore, even if it ant waiting for death, she didn’t want to die next to Brandan Hyde.
She truly hated him.
Hated him so much that even dying, she didn’t want to stay alive by his side.
She didn’t want to repeat past days again, these ten years were just a mistake, perhaps she should have been the one who died ten years ago, Brandan Hyde shouldn’t have saved her.
Brandan desperately grasped her hand, yet feared hurting her, "No!" He suddenly embraced her, shouting, "I won’t give it to you! Iris Harris, you’re not allowed to go anywhere. You can only stay by my side!"
"You are mine!" He shouted loudly by her ear, "You were the one who provoked ! How can you now say to let go?!"
Iris was held tightly by him, unable to break free, enraged by Brandan’s words, she raised her head looking at the man’s bloodshot eyes and trembled with anger: "Brandan Hyde, how can you still be so..." childish!
Her throat tasted of blood, and suddenly she coughed up a mouthful.
Brandan was already stunned with fright, tightly clutching her, watching Iris’s body go limp and faint in his arms.
Instinctively, Brandan picked her up and rushed towards the door.
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The nearby hospital was reached quickly.
Iris was placed on a gurney and wheeled away by nurses, Brandan couldn’t help but follow, only to be stopped by a nurse.
"Sir, please do not follow, no outsiders are allowed inside."
Brandan stood in place, watching Iris being wheeled away, softly saying, "You must save her..."
He raised his hand and wiped his eyes hard.
His voice choked.
"I said I wanted to be good to her..."
"I haven’t had the chance to be good to her yet..."
He always broke his promises.
Always too late.
But this ti, could he be given another chance to make up for the mistakes he once made?
Perhaps he was truly too young, too proud, too arrogant.
He thought he could still miss many things, use countless monts to retrieve people and things lost to him, never realizing that one day, he could wait, but the person he belatedly ca to love, could no longer wait.
She was killed by the love she once gave him, with her own hands.
The nurse held his hand tightly, the man before her, handso and noble, yet in his eyes lay confusion and fear that didn’t belong to him.
He seed like a wayward child, startled by sothing, appearing especially helpless and pitiable.
The nurse’s heart softened imdiately, comforting him, "It will be alright. Once the tests are done, surgery can be perford, it will get better soon."
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