Chapter AAA
“Clark, help me! It was you who told me to return to the country! You have to help me, or I’ll tell Damon about This!” Bebeeen threatened.
To Clark, her threat seemed laughable. He remained silent, watching as she crawled toward him.
The nurses who had initially planned to stop Rebecca hesitated upon seeing her familiarity with Clark. After all, he was a summer, and they didn’t want to offend him.
When Rebecca finally stopped at Clark’s feet, looking up at him with pleading eyes, he asked, “Rebecca, how do you want me to help you?”
Her face lit up with hope as she hurriedly replied, “Just get me out of the country, I’ll never come back. If you help me, I’ll never tell Damon you contacted me to return!”
Clark smirked.
Just as Rebecca thought he might agree, he said, “But he already knows about this,”
Her smile froze, and despair filled her eyes, “No… It’s impossible… How could he know…”
Clark turned to the nurses and coldly ordered, “Since she needs the amputation, take her to the operating room now. If she resists, you can reduce the anesthesia. People only learn to behave when they’re in pain.”
“Understood, Mr. Summer,” the nurses replied, moving in.
One nurse on each side, they began to drag Rebecca toward the operating room.
Despite her frantic struggles, her legs were too weak to resist, and she could only curse at Clark. “Clark, may you die a terrible death! I won’t let you get away with this!”
Clark merely smiled at her curses and turned to return to the hospital room.
Bound to the operating table, Rebecca began to regret her decisions as she stared at the blinding surgical lights above. She wondered why she had provoked Nyla.
No… she shouldn’t have returned to the country. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t be in this situation. (1
It wasn’t her fault–it was Clark and Damon’s fault!
She hated them and vowed never to forgive them!
As the anesthesia began to take effect, Rebecca’s struggles weakened.
When Rebecca woke up again, panic surged through her. She screamed wildly the moment she saw her empty
lower body. Her upper body was strapped to the bed, leaving her unable to move.
Tears of regret streamed down her face. She truly felt remorse now, but it was too late for regrets.
At that moment, the door to the hospital room opened.
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Nathaniel, dressed in a suit and holding a bouquet, walked in with a grim expression.
Upon seeing him, Rebecca’s eyes filled with hatred. “Nathaniel, get out! Get out! I don’t want to see you!”
Behind Nathaniel were several reporters, their expressions sympathetic as they observed the grim scene in the hospital room.
They had been sent to cover Nathaniel and Rebecca’s wedding, expecting a grand affair. Instead, they found it taking place in a hospital room, with the bride and groom looking more like enemies than newlyweds.
Nathaniel remained silent, his face dark as he approached the bedside and stiffly placed the bouquet into Rebecca’s arms.
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