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Carter had been in a coma for a whole week, and the first thing he asked when he woke up was how long Freya had been with him.
But asked about Helen’s situation.
Upon learning that the person he saved was not Helen, who had already escaped, he was first shocked, then dazed, and finally collapsed back onto the bed as if all his strength had been drained. However, a hint of relief appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The smile made Freya’s eyes ache on the side, and also strengthened. her determination to medicate him.
After hearing that Helen was also in this hospital, Carter couldn’t care. less about his own injuries and forced himself out of bed to go see her.
This time, Freya did not stop him anymore, just watched him leave silently.
The scene of the fire at that time came to mind.
After hearing that Carter had entered the fire alone to save Helen, Freya was actually more distressed than anyone else.
When she arrived at the scene of the fire, Carter had already gone in.
She was anxious and searched everywhere for rescuers.
But he found that not far away, Helen, who should have been in the fire, was being tightly held and kissed by Elliott.
After being shocked, she felt a strange surge of anger and sadness in her heart.
What would Carter’s reaction be if he knew that the person he was desperately trying to save had already escaped and was being kissed by another man.
Just as she was about to go find them, Elliott saw her first. After he calmed Helen in his arms and put her in the car, he turned around and walked towards her, saying he wanted to work with her.
The purpose was to make Carter completely give up Helen.
And Freya agreed.
The first step was to make Carter hear Helen say that she had completely given up on him and would never look back.
Sure enough, when Carter wheeled up to Helen’s ward and was about to knock on the door, he heard Elliott inside mentioning him.
“Helen, there is something I want to tell you… It’s about Carter.”
Carter’s breath caught in an instant at the door, and even hist outstretched hand stiffened in midair.
He had not appeared in front of Helen for a long time, and he didn’t. know what her reaction to him would be now.
Was it disgust, or something else.
The last sound that came from Helen behind the door was unusually calm: “He’s fine, why bother him?”
A few short words made his heart tremble suddenly, followed by a
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piercing pain spreading throughout his body.
Does she not even want to mention him now?
The conversation inside continued, with Helen’s tone remaining calm from start to finish, as if she were telling someone else’s story.
I have said that from the moment I was willing to marry you, he has nothing to do with me anymore, and Carter has sacrificed himself in that mission for me. The subsequent events can be considered as my blind retribution. Now I have opened my eyes and will no longer pay attention to anything related to him. I just want to live well with you in the present.
“Then you don’t hate him anymore?”
“Huh, what do I care about arguing with a dead person?”
***
In just a few short sentences, Carter’s already shaky heart was completely shattered, falling to the ground in pieces that could never be put back together.
His face pale, he closed his eyes at this moment, sitting in a wheelchair with hands clasped tightly, the protruding white knuckles showing the strain, resembling a silent sculpture.
The pitch–black room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.
Carter sat slumped on the ground, his eyes unfocused, swaying the glass in his hand, with several toppled bottles at his feet.
He poured wine into his mouth while shouting Helen’s name, bitter tears of regret mixed with wine flowed into his throat, bittemess like
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densely packed needles piercing his whole body, making him gasp for breath in pain.
He could no longer support himself and suddenly fell to the ground.
“Dong!”
The moment Carter fell to the ground, the shattered bottle splashed alcohol, blurring his eyes.
In a daze, he seemed to see Helen slowly pushing open the door and walking towards him, just like they had just gotten married, sweetly calling his name and hugging him tightly.
He thought he was dreaming, so he completely let himself go.
He suddenly pulled her into his arms and kissed her on the forehead,
but tasted bitterness in his mouth.
The mind, filled with alcohol, became increasingly confused.
Carter thought she was crying, so he nervously moved his mouth to the corner of her eye to kiss away her tears, and then gently comforted her.
Good, don’t cry, I’m here…
In the cool night, the rain started to drizzle.
The evening breeze brushed past, the sound of rain grew louder, gradually obscuring the man’s groans and the woman’s moans inside. the house.
