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Chapter 52 He Didn't Want to Lose Her Again
Chapter 52 He Didn't Want to Lose Her Again
He had lost her once, so he couldn't let it happen again.
His heart tightened. He bent over and was about to carry Martha in his arms.
However, once his hands touched her arms, Martha asked icily in a weak tone, "What do you want?"
"I'll take you to the hospital," Stefan replied icily and scooped her up.
"Put me down! I don't want to go," Martha refused in difficulty, pushing him hard.
Yet she was too weak, so it looked as if she were tickling him.
Feeling sorry for her, Stefan bowed his head and consoled her, "Don't reject me. I'll take you to see a
doctor."
His tone softened while coaxing her. Martha was slightly taken aback.
She longed for his care four years ago but failed to get it.
Unfortunately, she no longer wanted it now and even disliked his touch.
When Stefan was off-guard, she tried her best to push him away and fell back to the sofa.
Enduring the pain in her body, she panted in difficulty.
"Leave me alone!"
"Stop messing around."
Concern filled Stefan's eyes, guilt flashing through them. He blamed himself for failing to carry her
tightly.
"I'm not going to the hospital!"
Due to her struggle earlier, Martha was too weak to speak.
However, she puffed and panted, which sounded oppressive in the quiet living room.
"It seems severe. Why don't you want to go to the hospital? Do you want to die?"
Stefan frowned while draping a jacket on her shoulder.
The maid trotted downstairs while holding a medicine bottle when Stefan was about to carry Martha in
his arms again.
"Mrs. Harrison, this bottle, right?" she asked while panting.
Martha turned around, nodding in difficulty.
Then she pushed Stefan.
The latter could only heave a sigh and put her back on the sofa.
"Get her a glass of water," he ordered the maid.
Martha avoided Stefan and swallowed the pills after taking the water. Lying on the sofa, she grasped
for breath in silence.
She had been carrying the medicine with her for four years.
This was the only time she had left it home, but she had a seizure.
She realized it was because she had failed to control her emotions.
Martha lowered her eyes so Stefan didn't know if she was still awake.
...
The maid left the living room quietly and the living room fell silent once again
Looking at Martha, Stefan gave off a cold aura that lowered the room temperature.
He felt annoyed as Martha would rather accept the kindness of a maid than let him approach her.
Pressing his thin lips together, he gazed at her intensely.
He did not know why she had become like this, but he could vividly remember the feeling of panic just
now.
He didn't want to lose her again.
He also could not afford to lose her again.
After thinking for a moment, he in a deep voice, "You must go to the hospital for a checkup." This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
However, as soon as his hand touched her arm, she shook it off.
"I'm OK now."
Stefan's pupils constricted.
He snarled while suppressing his anger, "It's not time for you to be stubborn."
"Mr. Harrison, I know my condition very well. Besides, it's my own business. It has nothing to do with
you," Martha frowned and her voice was full of indifference as she refused.
"That's what I've been through all these years. I hate hospitals. Going there will just kill me."
Her words stiffened Stefan, who looked embarrassed.
He blamed himself for the incident four years ago but didn't know how to express it.
After a long silence, he lowered his voice and said, "Martha, about what happened back then, I..."
"Stop it."
Martha tried hard to stand up, bypassed him, and went upstairs. "What you've done cannot be undone.
I don't want to talk about it," she remarked icily.
In the past, she wished she could have a home with him and have his understanding.
Now, it didn't matter if he understood or not.
From now on, she would not love him anymore.
Martha walked on the stairs with difficulty. Whenever thinking of Jimmy, she seemed to have endless
strength.
Jimmy was the only hope she had to live on.
Standing rooted to the spot, Stefan watched the slim, fragile figure walking away, feeling a sense of
bitterness.
He lost the woman who used to love him the most forever.