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Suddenly, my heart quickened. All the unpleasantness vanished without a trace.
But a new problem arose: Julian kept changing numbers, calling hundreds of times a day, and flooding my phone with
texts until it lagged.
“Seraphina, don’t be angry with Chloe about the online stuff. She just feels bad for me.”
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“I’m willing to kneel and apologize on her behalf. Please don’t hold it against her.”
“And, whether I was wrong or not, I apologize to you. I just want you to be happy and not angry anymore.”
“When you’ve cooled down, please come back. We can readjust the wedding agreement for you to sign. My place beside me will always be reserved for you.”
I finished reading and lost my appetite. I deleted all the messages, but no matter how many numbers I changed, he always found a way to contact me.
These past few days, my health had improved significantly. Atticus prepared special nutritious meals for me every day and personally checked the healing of my wounds. He was always so gentle, touching me carefully, as if I would shatter with the slightest pressure. I couldn’t help but curve my lips; each time I recalled it, my heart felt a little melted.
In the morning, Atticus and I were walking in the park. Security personnel followed at a distance, maintaining a suitable space. Suddenly, a motorcycle sped towards us, seemingly out of control! The engine roared, heading straight for me.
Atticus instantly pulled me into his arms, shielding me with his body.
“CRASH!”
The motorcycle hit a flower bed, and Atticus’s arm was cut by flying debris, blood immediately gushing out.
“Atticus!” I cried out.
He ignored his own injury, still checking first to see if I was hurt.
“It’s fine, just a small cut.”
The motorcyclist, wearing a helmet, quickly got up after the crash and fled. But as the person shoved me, my wrist hit the edge of the flower bed. The familiar sharp pain surged, and blood began to seep out uncontrollably.
“To the hospital!” Atticus’s face instantly went pale.
In the hospital, I lay on the bed, receiving a blood transfusion. Though the wound on my wrist wasn’t large, the uncontrollable bleeding sent me into a semi–conscious state again. Hazily, I heard an argument outside the ward.
“Let me in! I want to see Seraphina!”
It was Julian’s voice.
“The patient needs rest. No one is to disturb her,” Atticus’s voice was icy.
“Atticus, how dare you stop me? Seraphina is hurt, I have the right to care for her!”
“You have no right.”
“I’m her…”
“Ex,” Atticus interrupted. “Now, please leave, or I’ll call the police.”
When I opened my eyes again, I saw Julian rushing in. ignoring everything. His eves were bloodshot his face unshaven.
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looking utterly distraught.
“Seraphina!” He cried out, tears streaming down his face as he lunged towards my hospital bed. “I’m so sorry! It’s all my
fault!”
Atticus pulled him away, standing coldly in front of me.
“Security!”
Several security guards rushed in, forcibly dragging Julian away.
“Seraphina! Let me protect you! My heart broke when I heard you were hurt… I’m willing to do anything for you! Please come back to me!” His voice echoed down the hallway.
I closed my eyes, my heart completely still.
The next day, Julian came again. This time he brought a large bouquet of red roses and knelt in the hospital lobby.
“Seraphina, please come back to me. !f there’s anything in the prenuptial agreement you don’t like, you can change it however you want, I’ll listen to you!” “Come back to me, please stop being stubborn, okay?”
More and more people gathered to watch, some taking photos and posting them online. Half an hour later, #Wealthy YoungMasterKneelsForForgivenessAtHospital became a trending topic.
