"Helen Melendy... why must you be so cruel!"
His eyes, a fiery red, were filled with pain and restraint he desperately tried to suppress. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight it seemed like he could lose control at any moment.
Unwittingly, tears had begun to well up at the corners of his eyes.
Did she really hate him so much that she couldn’t wait to sever all ties with him?
Three years ago, she left him for the ten million his mother offered. He didn’t hold it against her and quietly waited for her return.
Three years later, she spoke maliciously to him time and time again, and even after he grew angry, he still couldn’t stop thinking about her.
He asked himself if he had treated her as he always had, with the same tender care he had shown during their time dating, always careful not to let her suffer the slightest grievance.
Ever since he was young, he had always been accustomed to restraining his emotions, but when facing her, he would gradually let them show.
But why was she set on breaking him into pieces time and time again before she was satisfied?
The more he thought about it, the more his heart ached uncontrollably, until he was standing outside a hospital building without any notion of how he got there.
Finding Helen Melendy wasn’t difficult for him; the hard part was figuring out how to treat a woman who had trampled him under her feet over and over again.
After urging Elly Campbell to leave, Helen Melendy sat alone in the hospital room, staring blankly. As soon as she closed her eyes, she would see the child she had lost to the medication.
Watching the blood flood from her body felt like her heart was being sliced open, piece by piece.
The door to the hospital room opened behind her. Helen was startled and quickly masked the pain on her face, forcing a smile as she turned around—
"Elly, why are you back..."
All sound caught in her throat at the sight of the person before her.
Her hand on the blanket instinctively clenched tight.
With a cold expression, she asked, "Why are you here?"
Despite seeing the woman’s face so pale it was nearly bloodless, and her body so frail it seemed a gust of wind could carry her away, his heart still ached for her uncontrollably.
But how could he pity a heartless woman like her?
He walked towards her with measured steps, stopped in front of her, and with a cold gaze observed her belly hidden beneath the blanket. In a hoarse voice, he asked,
"Is it really acute gastroenteritis that brought you to the hospital?"
How he hoped it was just a case of acute gastroenteritis.
But he knew he couldn’t deceive himself.
His mother wouldn’t be foolish enough to concoct such an easily exposed lie.
Helen’s body shook violently at Harry Hall’s question.
Yet she still tried to maintain a calm facade, looking him straight in the eye, then she noticed his handsome eyes were bloodshot, filled with pain as if it could spill out from them.
Her heart tightened, but she didn’t dare to meet such a heartbreaking gaze again. The next second, her chin was forcefully gripped with such strength that it turned her face back.
"Were you not just recovering from an abortion?"
Harry’s words sent a shock through Helen, an expression of unmistakable surprise in her eyes. Her reaction made Harry’s heart freeze completely.
Seeing the restrained emotion in his eyes, the pain mingled with disappointment as he looked at Helen, he said,
"Helen Melendy, tell me... why am I so lowly? I’ve given my sincere heart to you time and time again for you to trample upon. Even after it’s been crushed, I still keep offering it up for you to spoil..."