Love After Leaving: No Regret (Agnes and Raymond) novel Chapter 316

Neal fell silent, his fists clenched tight, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips,

"She'll accept me sooner or later!

"Go back and tell Raymond this. Since he made his choice, he shouldn't go back on it or keep interfering."

"You!"

Frank's temper flared, his fist tightening as he stepped forward, ready to throw a punch.

The next second, bang!

The hospital room door was shoved open forcefully, and Agnes rushed in, her expression dark.

Frank immediately lowered his fist, returning to his usual composed and refined demeanor.

Neal also switched to a gentle smile, "Agnes, let's go, I'll take you..."

Before he could finish, Agnes cut him off.

"Neal, weren't you here to see your friend? I still have something to discuss with Dr. Shaw alone. You should go first."

Neal froze slightly, unsure what had suddenly changed.

After a moment of silence, he pressed his lips together, glanced at Frank, suppressing his displeasure, and said softly, "Then, I'll go first. Agnes, call me if you need anything."

After Neal left, Agnes looked at Frank with a serious expression and asked, "Where is he?"

Frank forced a casual tone, "What do you mean?"

"Frank, where is Raymond right now?"

Frank sensed the firmness in her voice and felt a flicker of unease.

"Oh, Raymond, he's... he's in Montara handling business."

Agnes let out a cold laugh, "Heh, Frank, your acting really isn't very good. How long were you planning to keep lying to me about him?"

A seaside villa in Grandridge...

A man stood by the ocean, listening to the endless waves.

The sea breeze brushed gently against his sharply defined face.

In the distance, the horizon blended seamlessly into the sky, and everything around him was peaceful and still.

Yet that calm stood in stark contrast to the restless turmoil surging within him.

Two nurses stood at a distance.

Suddenly, their expressions changed, and then just as quickly, they fell silent.

Raymond heard the faint sound of footsteps behind him, and he asked lowly, "How is she? Is she okay?"

No response came, and he furrowed his brows slightly. "Frank?"

Agnes stood directly in front of him, trembling as she waved her hand in front of his eyes.

He had no reaction at all.

"Frank?"

Raymond called out again, thinking he must have misheard.

But the next second, a faint, familiar scent lingered at the tip of his nose.

After a long time, the blows weakened, until only her broken sobs remained.

"I'm sorry..."

Other than apologizing, Raymond didn't know how to explain just how desperate the situation had been.

That night at the cemetery, Duncan had detonated the bomb.

Even though Raymond had shielded Agnes with everything he had, fragments still injured her eyes.

By the time she reached the hospital, her condition was critical.

Her eyes were severely damaged, and without a suitable cornea transplant, she would lose her sight forever.

In that moment, Raymond didn't hesitate to donate his own corneas.

Frank had tried to stop him, but Raymond had already made up his mind.

When he heard that her surgery was successful and her vision was saved, Raymond retreated instead.

He was consumed by guilt and self-blame for failing to protect her.

And now, blind, how could he protect her at all?

He knew Agnes too well. If she had been conscious, she would never have agreed to this.

Even after recovering, she would carry that guilt for the rest of her life if she learned the truth.

He didn't want her to live with that burden. After all, he had hurt her so many times before.

She had never truly forgiven him nor returned to his side.