Malcolm parked the car on the side of the road slowly and answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Dr. King, I’m Clayton Sloan. We met earlier.”
“I know. Mr. Sloan, what can I do for you?”
His tone was patient and calm like the way he treated every patient.
After ten seconds of silence, Clayton replied in a hoarse and deep voice. Clayton seemed to have mustered all his courage, and he choked up.
“I discovered that Nicole has suicidal intent. Please save her!”
Clayton felt like a dense pain in his bones.
Nicole was not as brave and strong as he imagined.
During the days he disappeared, Nicole also wanted to perish with him.
Before they got married, Clayton knew that Nicole did not love him as much as he loved her. Thus, he exhausted all methods to marry her and felt blessed that his wish came true.
He felt that it was good for her not to love him that much so that she would not be too sad if anything happened to him.
However, he expected too much, and it was difficult to express it.
Now that he saw that she was suffering, he found that her mental trauma from that incident was more serious than his physical injuries.
Clayton felt that he was absurd for ignoring the opportunities presented to him time and time again.
He pushed her away repeatedly because of his ridiculous self-esteem.
Every time he did that, he was hurting her.
Those scars were bloody and shocking. It made it extremely difficult for him to breathe.
Clayton did not dare to recall those memories.
He was afraid that he could not control himself. He was so annoyed at himself that he felt like slapping himself a few times. How dare he underestimate her love for him?
The pampered Miss Stanton, who was loved by everyone, loved him so much.
She loved him so much that she could sacrifice herself.
Clayton felt like the luckiest man on earth.
He put one hand on his knee and closed his eyes. The veins on his neck bulged, and his face was glum.
Upon closer look, the corners of his eyes were moist. Clayton was trying his best to suppress his emotions.
Malcolm’s voice was soft and gentle over the phone. However, the words he said were harsh and struck Clayton ruthlessly.
“That depends on you, Mr. Sloan. Only you can save her. Since your accident, Ms. Stanton has had trouble sleeping. She also had hallucinations. That was when she started to take sleeping aids. Later, I diagnosed her with depression and prescribed antidepressants to her. I think she may be punishing herself, and I’m not sure if she’s taking the medicine on time. Fortunately, she could control her emotions and hadn’t done anything out of control. Mr. Sloan, you should pay more attention to her emotions on a daily basis. You are her medicine.”
“You are her medicine…”
Clayton’s throat moved slightly. He felt as if it was blocked by something, and he could not speak.
After he hung up the phone, Clayton rubbed his temples. The sadness on his face could not be concealed.
Clayton thought, ‘If I’d known earlier…’
It was a pity that he could not rewind time.
Clayton sat there in a daze for a while before he returned to the ward. He washed the towel again and wiped Nicole’s body gently and meticulously.
Nicole was a sleepy drunk and would not move. She would not go crazy when she was drunk.
Thus, when she was sleeping, Clayton could look at her without worries. Nicole was so charming and beautiful.
Clayton did not want to leave her.
The sky darkened gradually, and Clayton relaxed.
He dimmed the lights and sat there, completely ignoring the throbbing pain in his leg.
His pain was nothing compared to hers.
Clayton planned to sit there until dawn. He wanted to tell her how he felt about her the moment she opened her eyes.
If she could accept him, they could return to the way things were between them before the earthquake.
With that thought, Clayton finally smiled.
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