Jasper Monroe didn’t get angry, he just lounged back, crossing his legs and leisurely watched Declan Pierce on the hospital bed.
The light behind the lenses in his eyes was faint, like tranquil ancient pond water, betraying no emotion.
Jasper Monroe: "Secretary-General Crawford’s people found . They asked for the baby grass you had bid on for you three years ago. Declan, what are you plotting?"
There are few people in this world that he cannot see through; Declan Pierce is one of them.
Declan Pierce lazily glanced at him: "Is it any of your business?"
Even though he’s in excruciating pain and nearly dead, his attitude remains as if he rules the world second only to heaven itself.
Jasper Monroe squinted his eyes, scrutinizing him for a mont before speaking to himself: "Let guess, baby grass is extrely rare and expensive dicinal herb, now extinct. The one I bid on is the last one in the world."
He changed the topic: "I heard that Secretary-General Crawford also went to see Tanya Sinclair..."
Indeed, upon hearing the na "Tanya Sinclair," Jasper was pleased to see Declan’s expression change.
Jasper Monroe extended his index finger to push up his glasses casually.
"Looks like Tanya Sinclair really wants it... You did it on purpose."
Declan Pierce moved his pale lips, wanting to say sothing, but began coughing violently first.
Jasper Monroe was never one to take care of people, yet he got up reluctantly and poured him a glass of water, handing it over.
However, before Declan could drink it, a mouthful of blood fell into the cup, instantly turning it into scarlet blood water.
Jasper Monroe’s pupils contracted sharply, imdiately intending to press the call button, but was stopped by Declan.
"Don’t panic, I won’t die before surgery." His face was devoid of any color, contrasting sharply with his blood-stained lips.
Jasper Monroe frowned slightly: "Declan..."
Declan Pierce weakly closed his eyes and murmured: "Don’t give it to her so easily. Let her hold onto hope a little longer, just say you want to trade with her face-to-face. Don’t go yourself, find soone to do it. Soone who can act really well, extrely well." He tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Our princess is very smart, not easy to fool..."
Jasper Monroe’s brow furrowed even more tightly.
He said seriously: "Dr. Wells ntioned the success rate of the surgery has increased to thirty percent. Declan, you’re acting like you’re about to be executed..."
Declan Pierce chuckled softly.
"Did Wells also tell you the side effect of the surgery is one hundred percent?" He lifted his eyelids, his eyes, once as dark as night, seed clouded by sothing, unfocused, empty.
Jasper Monroe froze, raising his hand to wave in front of Declan’s eyes sowhat stiffly.
"Declan, you..."
"Stop waving, there’s a breeze." Declan said coolly, "After surgery, there’s a ninety percent chance I’ll beco blind, or deaf, or have other complications... Will tornt until I die."
His tone was casual, as if discussing soone else.
Jasper Monroe said gravely: "So, you want to hide it from Tanya Sinclair, thinking it’s good for her? Declan, when did you start being so self-indulgent?"
"You don’t understand Tanya Sinclair... she’s the kind of person who would truly devote her whole life for ." Declan closed his eyes again, seemingly very tired, his voice growing fainter, "She naturally loves , but she also feels guilty toward . Back then, she was willing to sacrifice everything for Vincent Hawthorne, now she would doubly dedicate herself to . The the of her remaining life would turn into caring for , healing ... I’m not worth it."
"Everything I do for Tanya Sinclair is so she can be completely happy, working on what she loves, not being tied down by ..." Declan said softly, "I want my princess to have the best life possible. Whether or not I’m part of it, that’s not important."
Jasper Monroe looked at Declan incredulously for a while, then exhaled: "You’re truly a madman."
How can anyone love soone to... this extent?
Without weighing the pros and cons, even, not caring whether he can be with her...
Jasper Monroe pressed the bedside button, and before Dr. Wells and others arrived, he slipped a pen into Declan’s hand, making him sign the contract.
After finishing these tasks, Dr. Wells happened to arrive hastily.
Jasper Monroe stepped aside, watching as Dr. Wells re-administered injections to Declan, causing him to fall back asleep under the influence of the dication. anwhile, another doctor began administering an IV to Declan.
Once they finished, Jasper finally spoke.
"Dr. Wells." Jasper asked quietly, "Has the surgery ti been set?"
Dr. Wells frowned deeply, looking at Declan worriedly: "The surgery was supposed to be this afternoon, but Mr. Pierce’s condition is worse than I anticipated, so it has to be postponed for three days."
Jasper Monroe pursed his lips slightly, glancing at Declan asleep on the hospital bed.
"No matter what, please do your best." Jasper nodded slightly to Dr. Wells before striding out.
The door opened to two bodyguards standing like sentinels, and Wynn Winslow crouching against the wall.
She was curled up into a small ball, and as soon as the door opened, she imdiately looked up.
Jasper Monroe raised an eyebrow curiously.
Wynn Winslow has always been exceptionally vain; no matter when she appears in public, she has to shine from head to toe.
But this ti, it’s clear Wynn hasn’t rested much overnight, with yesterday’s makeup smudged, heavy dark circles under her eyes.
Jasper Monroe frowned: "You’ve been here guarding all night?"
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