Left for Dead Came Back for Everything novel Chapter 21

The intense sense of disparity, the fury of being ignored, and the unspeakable panic buried deep within his heart completely twisted Zander's rationality in this moment.

He refused to accept being tossed aside like trash by Eliza!

"Yvonne, I will marry you! The wedding will proceed as planned!"

His roar echoed through the empty hospital corridor, laced with a desperate madness.

Gwen, who was pushing the wheelchair, abruptly halted.

"Shit! That blind son of a bitch, I'm going to rip his mouth off today—"

Gwen's eyes went red with fury; she made a move to abandon the wheelchair and charge back to fight Zander.

"Gwen!"

Cold hands grabbed Gwen's sleeve.

Eliza didn't look back.

"Let's go."

Her voice was as light as a breeze that could blow away, yet it carried the dead silence of someone who had weathered a thousand storms.

"Don't dirty your hands. I don't want anything to do with them anymore."

When the love died, so did the pain.

Whoever Zander wanted to marry, whoever he wanted to feed soup to, whoever he wanted to save—from now on, it had absolutely nothing to do with Eliza.

Gwen looked down at her friend's impossibly calm, almost shattered profile, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

She swallowed her curses through gritted teeth, nodded fiercely, and pushed Eliza away, disappearing down the end of the corridor without looking back.

Inside the ward, it was dead silent.

Zander maintained his roaring posture, his chest heaving violently.

He stared at the empty doorway, desperately hoping Eliza would stop, turn around, and curse at him, or even slap him.

But there was nothing.

He forced down the suffocating, dull ache in his chest, carefully grasping Yvonne's cool hand, his voice hoarse.

"It's fine."

"What I said just now wasn't out of anger."

"This is your wish. Since I'm family, I will definitely help you fulfill it."

The day they left the hospital, the sky was overcast and utterly still.

However, as Eliza sat in the car, watching the retreating streetscape outside the window, she genuinely felt she had suddenly figured everything out. A person always had to pay the price for the foolish romances of their youth, and she had already paid her dues in full.

Lingering on the remaining grievances and unwillingness was ultimately meaningless.

Watching Zander unhesitatingly protect Yvonne, and hearing his declaration that the wedding would proceed as scheduled, she had originally thought she would be in unbearable agony. But in reality, aside from that initial flash of disgust.

She didn't shed a single tear.

It didn't hurt anymore.