Chapter 887



Clayton lifted Kallie in his arms, struck by how light she felt. Sadness gnawed at him. Kallie’s therapist had been his connection, though Kallie never knew. He’d instructed the therapist to persuade her to let go of Jake, but Kallie resisted, rejecting all advice and medication, and her health had suffered for it.

Clayton gazed at Kallie’s pale yet pretty face, a fragile blend of illness and vulnerability. Something stirred within him, and on impulse, he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. He knew she’d be furious, but maybe this was his opportunity. He wasn’t ready to give up.

Instead of rushing Kallie to the hospital, Clayton held her close, whispering, “Kallie, you don’t acknowledge my love for you, but that’s fine. I’ll prove my love in my way. I’ll prove that no one loves you more than I do. If there were no trace of Jake in your life, would you finally consider me?”

An absurd thought crept into Clayton’s mind. Kallie couldn’t move on from Jake partly because of their children. What if those three children were no longer there? She wouldn’t consider committing suicide by then, would she? How could that be? No one with so much to live for would willingly choose death.

Perhaps it was time to change his strategy.

As Clayton pondered this, dawn approached, and an ambulance finally arrived. Though Kallie was just exhausted and battling a cold, Clayton collapsed. When Kallie woke up, she learned Clayton had found her, but the details were unclear as to how they’d gotten down.

Now, his assistant shared the grim news.

“Mr. Morgan was rushed to the ICU. His condition is critical.”

Pale, Kallie asked, “What happened?”

The assistant stammered, “I… I wasn’t sure if I should say this, but Mr. Morgan wouldn’t leave. He insisted on waiting for you. When you didn’t come down after a while, he went up to look for you.”

gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s﹒c𝗈m has it all “After finding you unconscious, he carried you down as quickly as he could. It’s strenuous, but it’s nothing for healthy adults. However, Mr. Morgan has a heart condition from his earlier injuries…”

The assistant’s words hung in the air, leaving Kallie to grapple with a swirl of emotions. A wave of resignation and guilt washed over Kallie, her chest tightening as she processed what she had just heard.

“This is my fault,” Kallie said, a flicker of guilt crossing her face.

Kallie hadn’t expected Clayton to actually wait for her on the mountain for so long. Not only had he waited, but he had also sensed something was amiss and rushed up the mountain to find her.

Kallie was aware of her health risks. She had already instructed her people to call for an ambulance if they couldn’t contact her within ten minutes. Perhaps she should have mentioned this to Clayton earlier.

Noticing Kallie’s troubled expression, the assistant cleared his throat.

“Miss Nixon, Mr. Morgan has done so much for you. Maybe you should…”

“Maybe what?” Kallie interrupted, her eyes turning to ice.

The assistant immediately fell silent.

“I do owe Clayton a debt of gratitude, but that doesn’t mean I have to marry him. There are other ways to repay someone’s kindness. We’re just friends. If you ever say something like that again, I’ll report you to Clayton,” Kallie continued coldly.

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