It was all because⦠he loved her!
He loved her so deeply and so much!
âKyla, I love you!â At that moment, he finally said the words he had been suppressing at the bottom of his heart.
Kyla Corbyn suddenly stopped struggling. She became quiet and motionless like a compliant doll in his arms.
He could not help holding her a little tighter.
It was just like how he had held her in his arms in the past. âI love you. Iâve always loved you. I just never dared to admit it. Do you know how worried I was when you stabbed the broken shard of glass into your stomach? I even wished I had been the one who was hurt instead.â
âI should have known just how much I love her!â
âKyla, I was blinded by hatred in the past, but not anymore. Iâll give my all to treat you right. Iâll clear your name and let you live the life you want. Iâll give you my liver if you want it. If the first time isnât enough, then Iâll give it to you a second time and a third time⦠until you get well!â
He would give his life to save her! He would pay any price as long as he could save her.
She was stunned when she realized that he had found out about her illness.
âHis liver? I⦠had once hoped he would want to save me, but then I learned that I should never pin my hopes on this man!â
âI donât love you.â A cold and indifferent voice gently drifted out of Martin Weissâs arms.
His body stiffened in an instant. It was as if even his heart had stopped.
âMartin Weiss, I donât love you. I really donât love you anymore.â Kyla Corbyn raised her hands, pushed him away, and took two steps back.
Her eyes looked at the man in front of her indifferently. She was eerily calm.
âAfter all, you could sacrifice your so-called love for revenge. And now you desperately want to make it up to me, and you admit that you love me again because youâve found out I was the one who saved your life. What good is a love like yours? Itâs just something you mess around with.â
His face instantly turned pale. âNo⦠Itâs not⦠Itâs not what you think. Itâs notâ¦â
Kyla Corbyn said lightly, âIt doesnât matter whether it is. Martin Weiss, I donât care nor want your love!
As for the liver donation, you donât have to donate it to me just because I saved you. Maybe itâs a good thing for me to die without anything that belongs to you. At least, we would have nothing to do with each other whether I live or die.â
In her current condition, even if she did receive his liver, her chances of survival were slim. She would probably die on the operating table.
In that case, she should just spend her last few months with her beloved family.
He seemed to be tottering. What she said was like an invisible hand that ruthlessly pushed him off a tall cliff and into the depths of it.
âIt turns out⦠Iâm beyond redemption!
âIt turns out sheâs so disgusted with me that even if she dies, she doesnât want to have anything that belongs to me in her.
âIt turns out the love Iâve been struggling to recognize is nothing to her!
âWhat she wants is to have nothing to do with me, whether sheâs alive or dead!
âBut sheâs the one I love the most and the one I owe the most?