Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid novel Chapter 465

Chapter 465: Chapter 465 No Room For Negotiation

Rose looked into Ryan’s dark eyes.

Her reflection was still visible in them, but his gaze was no longer as sharp as it had once been. His vision was beginning to blur, yet he was still trying to focus on her face as though he were afraid that if he looked away, she might disappear.

He’d said he wasn’t going to make her worry anymore.

Rose’s lips trembled.

Her eyes were red around the edges, but her expression remained cold.

She gave a humorless scoff.

"Keep dreaming. You’re not getting off that easily."

Ryan simply looked at her.

He didn’t answer.

Rose stopped arguing and pulled him down the mountain.

As they walked, Ryan quietly moved loose stones and branches out of the way whenever he noticed them.

He followed her without resistance.

After a long while, they reached the villa.

Ryan stopped at the entrance.

"I come to the temple every year."

His voice was quiet.

"If there really is a God, maybe I wouldn’t be like this."

He stayed here for a short while every year.

Every time, he prayed.

And every time, his prayers were for Rose.

Even the small blue pouch he carried had come from that temple.

The little charm inside bore her name.

It wasn’t meant to protect him.

It was for her.

Ryan himself had never truly believed that God or Buddha would save him.

But when it came to Rose...

He had always allowed himself a little hope.

Rose stopped.

She turned to face him.

"If God won’t protect you, then ask me."

Her expression was completely serious.

"Maybe I can keep you alive."

Ryan looked at her without saying anything.

Rose had already made up her mind.

She was going to operate.

"I’ve spent the last several days with Robert and his team. We’ve finalized a preliminary plan."

She looked down at the hand she was still holding.

"You’re coming back to Germany with me today."

Ryan’s expression remained calm.

Rose looked directly into his eyes.

"Ryan, if you refuse, I’ll sedate you and take you with me."

Ryan’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

"I used to have to coax you into listening to me when you were younger."

Her voice was completely matter-of-fact.

"Now I am done asking."

Ryan was silent for several seconds.

Then he smiled faintly.

"You’ve always been like this."

Rose frowned.

"When you were young, you were gentle but persistent."

His smile deepened slightly.

"Now you’re just ruthless."

His expression gradually turned serious.

"But you don’t need to involve yourself in this."

Rose didn’t answer.

"If the surgery fails..."

His voice remained calm.

"If I die on the operating table, what will you do?"

Rose’s eyes flickered.

"What will you think? Have you considered what that would do to you?"

From the beginning, Ryan had never wanted Rose to know he was sick.

He had wanted them to disappear from each other’s lives completely.

She could hate him.

She could believe that he’d simply chosen to walk away.

She could move on.

But if she knew he was dying, Ryan knew her too well.

She would never stand by and do nothing.

And once Rose involved herself in his treatment, she would inevitably feel responsible for the outcome.

If he died after she had tried to save him, she might blame herself for the rest of her life.

He couldn’t bear that.

It would have been easier if she never knew.

The best thing he could give her was a life without him—one where she could move forward without carrying his death with her.

Rose looked at him.

"Are you worried I’ll be heartbroken if you die?"

Ryan’s gaze lowered.

Rose looked away.

"You don’t need to worry about that."

Her voice was deliberately cold.

"I won’t let myself fall apart over you."

She took a breath.

"And I won’t let you die."

Ryan stared at her.

"How to perform the surgery is my problem. You don’t need to spend your time worrying about it."

Rose tightened her grip on his wrist.

"Go pack."

Ryan looked at her for a moment.

Then he turned and walked inside.

"I don’t want to go."

His tone was indifferent.

"It’s peaceful here. I’ll stay."

Rose stared at his back.

Her teeth clenched.

She had known it.

Ryan was one of the most stubborn and calculating people she’d ever met.

Once he’d made a decision, almost nothing could change his mind.

That was how things had ended up like this in the first place.

Rose’s face was pale.

She clenched her fists.

Then she reached into her bag.

She had come prepared.

If talking wouldn’t work, she wasn’t going to waste time pretending it would.

Rose followed him inside.

Ryan had barely reached the hallway when he felt a sharp prick in his upper arm.

He froze.

He turned around.

Rose stood behind him, holding a small medical syringe.

Her expression was utterly resolute.

"Rose, you—"

He didn’t finish.

His eyelids became heavy.

His knees buckled.

Rose caught him before he hit the floor.

She had prepared the medication before coming here.

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