Tiana Thorne straightened her posture, put away her smile, and formally answered his question: "I’ve studied so dical knowledge, his condition just now was obviously a cerebral hemorrhage. As long as emotions are not controlled, he could die suddenly."
Presumably after she and Jason Shaw left the room, Martin York wasn’t idle.
For people with this kind of acute illness, whether they can survive is up to fate.
Coincidentally, Martin York never did any good deeds in his life, this was considered heavenly punishnt for him.
So, his death was completely expected by her, not surprising at all.
"You studied dicine?" Jason Shaw instinctively rejected doctors.
Tiana Thorne nodded: "Yes."
Jason Shaw put away his suspicions, from a certain perspective, Tiana Thorne’s tily appearance indeed helped him by taking him out of the room.
He lit a cigarette, took a puff, exhaled smoke rings, and after a while, asked: "About Jodie Tanner, do you have anything to say?"
Tiana Thorne shrugged and laughed: "She got to where she is today, she can only bla herself for her actions."
Jason Shaw looked at her, his eyes still fierce, seemingly harboring murderous intent towards her.
Tiana Thorne wasn’t surprised by his strong reaction and slowly began to speak: "You care about Jodie Tanner solely because she saved you when you were twenty-three, right?"
Jason Shaw’s perpetually somber and rogue eyes revealed a look of surprise.
Tiana Thorne continued: "So you ignored everything she’s done, always thinking of her well-being, even if she ruined other people’s families."
As if hitting the most genuine side of his heart, Jason Shaw continued smoking, but didn’t stop her from speaking.
He gently raised his hand, signaling her to continue.
Tiana Thorne continued: "At the ti, you had severe bipolar disorder. The thing that made you most relaxed every day was playing gas, and coincidentally, you t a girl in the ga."
The girl was very gentle, always taking care of his thoughts, even in the ga, she protected him, bringing a bit of warmth to his dark life.
But his bipolar disorder acted up, worse than any ti before.
That night, Jason Shaw couldn’t figure it out, just felt it was too tough living in this world.
His only concern was the girl on the other end of the phone, accompanying him.
Before attempting suicide by wrist-cutting, he sent her a WeChat ssage: "Thank you for staying with for so long. If there is a next life, I will repay what I owe you."
And a video full of blood.
The girl was asleep, didn’t see the ssage.
The next morning, she woke up, the first thing she did was check her phone to see if there was a ssage from him.
The mont she saw the ssage, an hour had already passed since it was received, she felt despair, panic, and helplessness.
She blad herself, she woke up ten minutes before his suicide, she wondered if she had sent a ssage, would he have not committed suicide.
The phone couldn’t be reached, the ga offline, as if this man had never appeared in her life.
She began to call the police, having saved his address where he lived alone.
Jason Shaw’s suicide attempt failed, the police called his family.
When the family went to his place, he had lost too much blood and was close to unconsciousness.
After being rescued at the hospital, he hated the girl, hated that she saved him, forcing him to continue suffering in this world.
Yet precisely because of this, it was too unforgettable for him.
Even if it’s hatred, he still cared greatly.
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