"Anne, are you alright?" Sam stepped forward and tried to grab her arm, but she avoided him.
"Mom, you should leave. Otherwise, don't even dream about seeing Charles again!" Kevin coldly declared.
This was the first time that he had threatened his own mother for Anne's sake. Naturally, Selma was furious, but she knew that there was nobody who could ever disobey her son's commands.
"Fine, I'll leave. If something happens to that child, I'll make sure you'll pay for it with your life, Anne!" Selma picked up her bag and stormed out.
The room was quiet again, and Anne didn't say a word. She stood there, like an outcast that nobody could understand; but she didn't need to be understood by anyone.
"Stop with this nonsense! Just tell me the worst that is going to happen to my child!" In her heart, she had prepared to hear the worst.
Sam heaved a sigh. He never intended to tell her about this.
"The child's condition is unstable right now. If we don't find a suitable bone marrow soon, I'm afraid that he won't even live to be seven years old," he said in a foreboding tone.
He figured that telling her about the situation would cause her to break down, but Anne handled it well.
"Kevin, would you please step outside with me?" Her voice was cold and unrelenting. There was not even a tinge of warmth in her tone.
"Anne—" Sam shouted, he was worried that Anne would do something stupid.
"Stop! You don't need to come with us. This is between Kevin and I." She shifted her gaze away from Sam, still carrying the same coldness in her voice.
Her words pierced his heart. He felt like his heart was frozen, but he had no choice but to accept the truth.
Perhaps he and Anne were just a doctor and a patient, nothing more. Or she was Kevin's wife, and he was her cousin.
As for the matter between them, it would be wise to let them handle it by themselves. If he meddled in, it would only make things worse.
In front of the entrance to the hospital, rows of trees and lush greeneries gave comfort to the bleak autumn.
The area's terrain was high. Anne looked down, feeling desperate.
She wore a white shirt and a high-waisted dress that complemented her slender waist. Looking at her think figure made Kevin feel distressed.
"Anne, why did you ask me to step outside with you? If this is about our child, I'm sorry."
He sincerely admitted his mistake, but in Anne's heart, things would never be the same again.
She smiled, her face delicate like a solitude flower blooming on a branch. Every time she smiled, it felt like a spring in the mountains; it was the peak of beauty. But whenever she wasn't smiling, it felt like a cruel winter.
"You don't have to apologize, Kevin." Her words made him feel a sense of hope, but that hope was short-lived.
"Because I will never forgive you."
Her sharp tongue pierced his heart. He felt as if a knife was lunged into his chest, and he was suffering the consequences of his actions.
"Anne, I promise you that no matter what happens, I will do everything in my power to cure the child." His voice lowered, as if he was humbled and pleading.
"Then let's have another child. We can be like how we used to be. I'm willing to have another child with you, not because I love you, but I need this child to treat Charles."
Her words were the epitome of irony, and it reminded Kevin of what he had said to her before. He had no love for her; he just wanted children.
Now, her every word felt like a challenge to his pride as a man, but he couldn't refuse because he loved her, and he owed her so much for all the pain that he caused her.
"I see. It's a good plan," Kevin agreed without hesitation.
He stepped forward and gestured to embrace her, but she pushed him away.
She handed the things in her hand to him. "I'm giving this all back to you. I don't want anything else to do with you except our children."
It was a bunch of keys that Kevin gave her. These were keys to the villa, and the keys to her car.
He held the keys firmly in his hands, and couldn't utter a word. Yes, she didn't need any of it, because what she needed the most was his understanding. When she needed him, he hurt her, trampled on her dignity, and blatantly allowed Cherry to show her animosity, and displayed his love for Cherry in front of her.
His heart felt so heavy, but there was no reason to blame Anne. He had no right to blame her for anything.
The cold air seemed unable to sway Anne's heart at all. She was already strong enough to bear anything because her heart was already a winter wasteland.
Anne had left, but Kevin was still standing in the long corridor, surrounded by trees, lonely and pitiful.
Time passed by slowly.
The ward was warm. There was a luxurious chandelier, a TV, flowers, plants, and even a separate kitchenette.
This hospital's facilities were so much better than an ordinary hospital's. In order for Anne to live comfortably, all the best equipment were placed in Charles's room.
Kevin always visited the hospital, but he rarely entered the room.
"Charles, do you like it?" Anne gave Charles a shirt with a four-leaf clover printed on it. He smiled brightly as he stretched out his hand to let her embrace him.
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