âThat was why she had smiled at me like that. She smiled and thanked me.
âBecause she had completely let go of her feelings for me.
âAnd I was such a fool! Only now have I learned the true meaning of that smile.â
When the car stopped, he heard the driver in front of him exclaim, âMr. Weiss, why⦠are you bleeding?â
Martin Weiss slowly opened his eyes. Following the driverâs gaze, he raised his hand to the corner of his lips to touch it and found that the corner of his lips was bleeding.
He had bitten his lip so hard that he unconsciously injured it.
Martin Weiss wiped the blood from his lips, opened the door, and got out.
However, just as he was about to go to the hospitalâs inpatient building, he saw Kyla Corbyn, Mrs.
Corbyn, and the two men from before who had been in charge of guarding the wardâs entrance coming out of the hospital. The two men were holding duffel bags in their hands.
It looked like they were discharging from the hospital!
Martin Weiss immediately lunged forward. âHave you been discharged from the hospital?â
However, when he tried to get close to Kyla Corbyn, he was once again stopped by the two men.
Kyla Corbyn did not expect to see Martin Weiss again. She thought she had made herself clear that day.
âSo what if I have? Do I have to report to you when Iâm discharged?â Kyla Corbyn asked coldly.
âBut you know that your bodyâ¦â His voice stopped short, and his lips quivered. His face turned pale, and he seemed afraid to go on.
It was as if he was subconsciously hoping that her illness was not real.
ââ¦needs a good rest in the hospital and you should undergo treatment.â He managed to finish his sentence.
âNo thanks. I know my body very well,â Kyla Corbyn said lightly, intending to go past Martin Weiss.
âYou know it very well? If you know it very well, you wouldnât be in such a hurry to be discharged from the hospital! Do you really want to die?â Martin Weiss panicked, but the two men were stopping him.
He could not get close to Kyla Corbyn at all.
Kyla Corbyn stopped in her tracks and looked at Martin Weiss with some surprise. Then, she put on a look of realization and smiled gently. âMr. Weiss, donât worry. Even if Iâm dying, I wonât die in front of you and irritate your eyes.â
Martin Weiss stiffened and felt as if he had been severely slapped in the face.
He deeply regretted what he had said back then.
âSo-Sorryâ¦â he said hoarsely while his lips trembled. He did not even know what to say after that.
âThereâs only hatred between you and me. The word âsorryâ has no meaning. Please donât show up in front of me again⦠Donât show up in front of me again until I die!â Kyla Corbyn said coldly.
Martin Weiss only felt like he was soaking in ice water at that moment. He was cold to the bone.
âHas she come to dislike me to this extent? Sheâll hate me even after she dies? It turns out words can be so painful and upsetting!
âHow many hurtful things have I said to her before?â
Mrs. Corbyn glared at Martin Weiss with hatred before saying to her daughter, âLetâs go! Ignore people like him! Even if I have to beg for food, I wonât beg him!â
Accompanied by the two bodyguards, Kyla Corbyn and Mrs. Corbyn got into the car and left the hospital while Martin Weiss still stood there. He was staring at Kyla Corbynâs back, his face full of pain, remorse, and⦠helplessness.