âI wished for a friend I helped to live a healthy life and not be troubled by diseases. Now that I got a good sign, he should be alright now.â
âFriend? What friend?â
âA friend Iâve never met, but perhaps I will someday. Iâll introduce you to each other when that happens!â she said with a sweet smile.
âWhat kind of friend have you never met? An online friend?â he asked.
âItâs a secret! Iâll tell you in the future!â she said while beaming.
It was only when he thought back to it now that he realized he was the friend she had spoken about!
She saved him. Although they had never met, she was still concerned about his health.
However, he ruined her life!
If he had asked her more details about her friend, he might have gotten a clue but he missed it.
He had never thought of hearing her tell him about this âsecretâ again because he knew back then that she and he would never have a future together.
He was only dating her for revenge then.
Just then, the bodyguard beside Martin Weiss came forward and said, âMr. Weiss, are you okayâ¦â His voice stopped short.
It was because Martin Weissâs eyes were now red and filled with pain.
It was as if his whole being was enveloped in never-ending pain.
When Grace came to see Kyla Corbyn, she only saw Martin Weiss standing still in front of the ward, looking just like a zombie standing on his feet.
Grace slightly sighed to herself. âIf he had known it would come to this, would he have let things go this far?
âBut he⦠Judging from Martin Weissâs haggard appearance, Jay mightâve been right when he said Martin Weiss loves Kyla. Otherwise, he wouldnât be behaving like this even if he feels guilty.
âHow long has he been standing here?â Grace asked Jasonâs two men who were guarding outside the ward.
âEver since last night,â they replied.
Grace glanced at Martin Weiss again before walking into the ward.
Kyla Corbyn was the only person left in the ward. She was looking down at her hospital gown.
Grace looked down and saw a faint tinge of dull red on the hem. It was⦠the color of blood.
âAre you hurt? Where are you bleeding?â Grace was taken aback and quickly asked.
Kyla Corbyn seemed to come to her senses and said as she shook her head, âI didnât get hurt. Iâm not bleeding.â
âThen this bloodâ¦â
âItâs Martin Weissâs. He came to me last night and grabbed me by the hem.â It was only just now that she noticed that the hem was stained with blood.