“Mr. Akiyama, although you managed to rush to her rescue in the nick of time, she had been sent flying from quite a distance away. In other words, there was no way she could make it out unscathed. She might not pull it through had it not been for me.”
Standing next to the heavily injured patient on the bed, Haruto couldn’t resist the urge to claim the credits he thought he deserved.
Solomon remained quiet throughout their conversation since he was aware the woman was on the verge of death over the past three months.
There was no way she could pull herself without the aid of the Jetroinian next to him.
It took him a few minutes to gather his thoughts. Seconds after he returned to his senses, he asked, “If that’s the case, when will she regain consciousness?”
“I need another three months to ensure everything’s fine. It took me three months to work on her system. I need another three months to do something about her fractured bones. If worse comes to worst, I’ll have to resort to extreme countermeasures.”
Solomon went dead silent when he caught a glimpse of Haruto staring at the dislocated limbs of the patient on the bed.
Unable to withstand the prickling sensation he felt behind his eyes, he had to look elsewhere to stop himself from letting loose of his emotions.
“Alright, just leave us alone for a few minutes. I wish to spend some time with her.” Shortly after he asked the foreigner to leave him alone, Solomon got himself a chair and took a seat next to the patient.
Has she ever regretted any of her decisions? He’s the reason she’s currently unconscious! In fact, he’s the reason she has gone through all sorts of ups and downs in life! When will she ever learn her lessons?
Holding her hands, he continued staring at the lifeless woman on the bed, muttering to himself, “What’s so great about him? Why have you put your life at stake more than once for him? Does it have something to do with your guilt?”
He knew it was impossible for her to answer his question when she was merely alive if not for the equipment next to her.
In the end, he stared at her in silence as if he couldn’t bear to leave her alone in the ward.
A few minutes later, holding her hands, he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead to express the sort of affection he had for her.
Truth be told, it was the first time he had the chance to do that.
She had always been the one and only woman he had in mind ever since he was young. To be precise, he thought of resorting to extreme countermeasures just to get her into a relationship with him.
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