"From now on, I will no longer indulge you!" The last statent, Titus Zane said firmly.
Although Nathan Moore’s injury has nothing to do with the Zane family, it is precisely because of his injury that she no longer wants to be involved with them.
She hasn’t forgotten what they did to Nathan Moore before. She doesn’t want to continue dealing with people who reject her husband.
No matter whether Nathan Moore can be rescued or not, from now on, even if she’s alone, she will stay in that villa, that ho that belongs to her and Nathan Moore.
She longs for family affection, but if it ans being endlessly used and hurt, she’d rather not have it.
As Titus Zane’s words fell, Samuel Zane imdiately rebuked unhappily, "Nonsense, I think you are confused now!"
Still sitting in the plastic chair, Titus Zane looked up at Samuel Zane, her eyes cold and unchanging.
"Don’t force , or else, I don’t mind if we both lose!"
"This child is beyond teaching!" Samuel Zane said angrily, then turned to look at his son and daughter-in-law, "Let’s go!"
Abigail Zimrman hesitated for a mont, but had no choice but to follow them and leave.
Watching the backs of the three people, Titus Zane’s eyes showed no fluctuation.
The surgery lasted nearly ten hours, Nathan Moore was taken into the intensive care unit, more serious than last ti, this ti Titus Zane was isolated outside the glass window.
Looking at the man inside filled with tubes, Titus Zane didn’t cry. Sitting on the chair, quietly watching, she kept telling herself that he would wake up, because he cared so much about her...
"Sister-in-law, have so food, Evander and I will watch over here." Evander Lancaster signaled Sophia Hamilton, helping Titus Zane to stand up with her support, and Titus Zane unexpectedly cooperated, "Hmm, I can’t fall until Nathan wakes up."
After speaking, she walked slowly to the end of the corridor with Sophia Hamilton. Nathan Moore needs her, and if she also falls, who else could give him hope.
Although she had no appetite, Titus Zane still forced herself to eat. She realized for the first ti how hard it was to swallow food. With each mouthful of rice, she relied on a sip of warm water to swallow it down. Nevertheless, she still finished a whole bowl of rice, got up from the table, and went back out to watch outside the glass cover.
Two days later, Nathan Moore had not woken up, but the doctor inford her that he was out of the critical period. Under Titus Zane’s request, Felix Shaw applied for a flight route, and Evander Lancaster arranged for professional dical personnel and equipnt from the hospital. They flew back to T city.
During this ti, Titus Zane didn’t contact the Zane family. Abigail Zimrman called several tis, but she rejected the calls.
In the private hospital run by Evander Lancaster, a best-equipped ward was especially cleared for Nathan Moore. Despite lacking the spaciousness of their ho, it had a fully equipped kitchen and bathroom.
Aunt Liu ran back and forth daily between the hospital and the villa, helping her mistress with als and laundry. Titus Zane spent 24 hours a day by Nathan Moore’s bedside, treating the hospital room as their ho.
"...Nathan, aren’t you tired? I know, these days must have exhausted you both physically and ntally... They are my relatives, you couldn’t be ruthless... I’m sorry, it’s my fault you’re in this situation..."
Titus Zane murmured to herself while gently wiping Nathan Moore’s body, "But as tired as you are, you should wake up... The New Year is approaching, do you really want to hide in the room alone, watching the fireworks outside?"
Recalling the event from three years ago, Titus Zane harbored no resentnt, but instead felt more nostalgic, even her lips unconsciously curled up.
"Do you know how bad you were before? During Chinese New Year, a ti for family reunion, you actually ignored . I sat on the balcony staring at the fireworks in the sky, do you know how lonely I was..."
"Nathan Moore, you’re really bad!" Titus Zane burst out laughing, raised her hand to punch Nathan Moore’s chest, and then continued to carefully wipe his hands, every finger ticulously, the arc of her lips rising even more.
On the hospital bed, the man who had been in a deep sleep furrowed his brows because of Titus Zane’s punch...
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