The doctor closed his eyes in fear.
The other doctors and nurses beside him quickly tried to persuade him, "Mr. Jones, calm down, calm down..."
"Ha...haha..."
A piercing laugh echoed in Skyler Jones’ ears.
Jonathon Gibson looked at Skyler Jones coldly, "The usually composed and arrogant President Jones, you have such a mont of madness too, huh?"
Skyler Jones glared hard at Jonathon Gibson, "Shut up!!"
A few nurses took the opportunity to rescue the doctor while Skyler Jones was distracted...
The doctor was so scared that his legs went soft, he looked at Skyler Jones in terror.
"Explain to , what is heart failure?" This sentence was asked by Skyler Jones under great restraint.
"Let explain it for you!" Jonathon Gibson scoffed and took over the conversation.
Skyler Jones’ gaze was fixed on Jonathon Gibson’s mocking face.
Jonathon Gibson’s hateful gaze shot straight at Skyler Jones, "The myocardium suffers serious damage, causing the heart to be unable to pump sufficient blood to et the needs of bodily functions and tabolism, hence the heart gradually enlarges and loses heart function, this is called heart failure."
"That’s impossible, she had heart surgery years ago."
"But did you know that her body started to have cardiac rejection symptoms half a year ago?"
Skyler Jones shook his head forcefully, "She had heart surgery for so many years, it’s impossible to have rejection symptoms!!"
"Yeah, logically it shouldn’t happen, but if this inherently fragile heart has to endure daily sneers and harsh words, then how can this fragile heart maintain normal operation?"
Skyler Jones’ eyes widened, the black pupils gradually contracting.
Jonathon Gibson’s eyes glistened with faint tears, "Did you know that half a year ago, doctors already announced to Christine that her life wouldn’t exceed six months..."
Skyler Jones’ eyes were filled with incredulity.
Jonathon Gibson choked up with a foolish laugh, "Now you’re satisfied? The person you’ve always hated and resented is finally leaving this world, from now on you can live your carefree and joyous life!!"
"Stop talking, Miss Quinn doesn’t know where she went, finding her is the most urgent task..." the doctor advised.
Hotel.
In the dim room, Skyler Jones sat quietly against the curtain wall.
The room was in astonishing disarray, with broken objects everywhere... and Skyler Jones’ hand, pierced with glass shards, was still bleeding drop by drop.
Clearly, the scene before was the calm after a storm.
Who could have thought, the always calm and stable "Oversky" president would act so out of control and crazy, he almost smashed everything that could be smashed in the room...
At the mont, he leaned against the wall, his eyes blank and dazed.
Fragnts of her and his monts over the past year flashed through his mind.
Suddenly, the scene paused six months ago—
She stood before him, seemingly hesitating for a long ti before speaking to him, "Sky... Skyler Jones, can I ask you a question?"
He looked at her disdainfully, "Speak."
He noticed her swallow a gulp, lowering her head slightly, quietly saying, "If six years ago Howard Geoffrey hadn’t found a way to keep alive, would you have watched die?"
He impatiently answered her, "The fact proves that you’re alive and well."
She widened her expectant eyes, "I an, if... would you watch die?"
At the ti he didn’t think twice, choosing to answer cruelly, "That’s right."
She slowly raised her eyes, for the first ti in so many years, lifting her clear eyes to look at him, "What if it’s now? Now my heart has problems, would you still choose to watch die, right?" she said it so lightly, so slowly, as if hoping he would seriously and clearly answer her question.
He saw her revealing a disappointed expression, inside surprisingly a bit satisfied, even more unscrupulously saying, "All these years, whenever doing sothing for M, I’ve wanted to tear you to shreds... tell , how would I choose?"
She stared at him vacantly, trying to find traces of lying in his eyes, but there were none, his eyes were filled with disgust.
He leaned his whole self against the cold wall behind him, his hand gradually bleeding onto the floor, his eyes still lifeless.
More mories of him and her ca flooding back...
After the banquet, he transferred the bracelet ant for her to Jennifer Douglas.
She asked him, "Did you do it on purpose?"
"What are you saying?"
"Does humiliating really make you so happy?"
He sneered, "That’s right, I did it on purpose, so?"
He painfully closed his eyes wanting to dismiss all mories of her from his mind, only to realize that it’s like he’s cursed, unable to get rid of every mont spent with her.
He desperately searched for a mont in his mind where he didn’t regard her with contempt and sarcasm, didn’t speak to her with disdain... but, he searched all the mories in his mind and found, such a mont didn’t exist.
He had never once spoken to her properly, never once looked at her directly...
His mockery and ridicule of her was always present, he seed maniacal, only wanting to see her hurt and disappointed.
And she, never once returned his hatred, even when deeply hurt, at most would verbally spar with him a few tis...
For so many years, she was always like this, never hated him.
Oversky, you can finally be relieved, because the person you hated most, you’ll never see again... Oversky, I died, you’re finally happy, aren’t you? Haha...
Her voice rang in his ears like she was saying these words just beside him.
His throat choked up sourly, his heart suddenly felt a wave of bitterness.
Why is this?
Why does his heart hurt like this?
Why?
The phone’s vibration shattered the room’s silence.
Only after a long ti did he fumble for the phone’s position, pressed the answer button and placed the phone to his ear.
"Mr. Jones, we’ve checked all the hospitals, hotels, even clinics and lodgings in London... no trace of the lady anywhere."
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