Why did Justin come all the way here just to remind Bella of that incident? Why did he even bother
apologizing to her?
Bella never wanted his apology. In fact, she didnât even know what
she truly wanted. A deep sense of disappointment and shame enveloped Bella completely, leaving her
trembling with anger.
She was not someone who cried easily, but at that moment, tears were streaming down her face
uncontrollably.
Christopher had never seen Bella in such a vulnerable state before.
The vibrant and confident woman he once knew seemed broken
because of Justin.
Christopher pleaded, his voice full of concern. âBella, please donât cry.â
Ignoring Justinâs presence, Christopher opened his arms as if there
were no one else in the room, gently embracing the distraught
Bellaâs entire body went limp, her mind in a haze as she reste forehead on Christopherâs shoulder, her
tears quickly soaking his
clothes.
A rush of warmth flooded Christopherâs heart, and a faint smile
appeared on his lips. At that moment, a sense of satisfaction filled
the void in his heart like never before. He had never felt so happy and
content.
This scene delivered a blow straight to Justinâs heart. He staggered back a few steps until his back was
against the wall, and a chill swept through his body.
âJustin, why are you still here?â Christopher patted Bella gently while he glared coldly at Justin. âIf you
truly feel sorry for Bella, you should honor her wishes and leave. Your presence serves no purpose
other than reopening Bellaâs wounds over and over again. She has finally found peace. Why do you
insist on reminding her of the pain she endured because of you?â
:
Justin stumbled out of the hospital room, his head swimming with a whirlwind of emotions. The bruise
on his forehead throbbed painfully, its deep red hue contrasting starkly against his pale complexion, as
if every drop of blood had been drained from his body.
At that moment, he couldnât bear to face Ryan or anyone else. All he wanted was solitude. He wanted a
place where he could retreat from
the world and be alone with his thoughts for a while.
With heavy steps, Justin walked down the stairs, his back leaning
against the wall. His tall figure gradually bowed, each step ber
than the last, as if his very bones were on the brink of crumblin
beneath him.
Suddenly, the door to the stairs creaked open, flooding the space w a chilly light that illuminated
Justinâs face, which was glistening with a sheen of sweat. Justin froze for a moment, then straightened
up immediately, gathering his composure.
âYouâre still here? Your shamelessness truly knows no limits.â