Chapter 187

When Theodore heard her words, his face immediately turned cold.

“If you’re not willing to say it, forget it. Maybe next time.”

Theodore turned away coldly.

Just as he reached the doorway, Rosalie suddenly shouted loudly, There won’t be a next time,

Theodore Spencer! If you walk out that door today, there will never be a next time!”

At the doorway, his tall figure paused for a moment. Yet, in just two seconds, it left mercilessly.

Rosalie suddenly laughed. She fell to the ground heavily, laughing bitterly through her tears as she

clutched the carpet tightly.

Theodore didn’t care about her at all. He only cared about Cynthia!

“Rosalie, you idiot!” Rosalie cried as she slapped herself.

She should have stopped hoping. He would always choose Cynthia. It would never change!

Every time Theodore offered her hope, Rosalie would always foolishly. accept it. Then, she couldn’t

help but comfort herself, finding reasons. to forgive him, thinking that he still cared; that he was still

a good man in a way.

In reality, none of that ever mattered. What mattered was from Theodore’s perspective, he loved

Cynthia. Rosalie was just a clown–a mistress who occupied the position of his wife!

From now on, Rosalie didn’t want any more hope. She wouldn’t be a fool ever again!

Rosalie wiped the tears from her face. She got up from the ground,

grabbed a coat from the wardrobe, and left the room.

After Theodore drove to the hospital, he didn’t notice Rosalie following him.

Under the dark sky, rain began to fall. When Theodore arrived at the hospital, he parked the car and

rushed into the hospital in the rain. Rosalie followed behind in secret.

When Theodore arrived at the door of the ward, Cynthia was being wheeled out by medical staff

from the bed, ready to be taken to the operating room.

“Cindy!” Theodore rushed to the bedside, soaked, and grabbed her hand.

“Mr. Spencer, we need to take Ms. Zeller to surgery!”

Cynthia lay on the bed, barely able to catch her breath. When she saw Theodore, her emotions

became particularly intense.

To not delay her treatment, Theodore let go of her hand. “Cindy, you’ll be okay. I’ll wait for you

outside.”

As the medical staff were about to continue pushing the bed forward, Cynthia suddenly grabbed the

door frame.

“Wait!” She reached out to Theodore. “Theo.”

Theodore once again held her hand in his. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you still angry at me? Do you think I’ve unfairly accused your grandmother? Tell me, please?”

Cynthia pleaded.

“Enough, Cindy. You need to go to the operating room now. Don’t think about anything else. You’ll

be fine. If you have anything to say, we can talk after the surgery,” Theodore reassured her.

“No! I’m afraid I won’t come out once I go in. Can you forgive

didn’t mean to accuse your grandmoth

whatever I did to Rosalie. I was just too angry, so I spoke without thinking. Please forgive me!”

Cynthia cried.

“Okay, I forgive you,” Theodore comforted her. “Everyone has

moments when they speak without thinking. I do, too. Don’t hold it against yourself, Cindy.”

“Theo, will you still marry me?”

Theodore froze, silent for a moment.

“Mr. Spencer, we’re running out of time. We need to perform heart surgery on Ms. Zeller quickly!”

the doctor urged.