Looking at the hatred in her eyes, Kane felt like a lump of wet cotton rapidly rising and falling uncomfortably in his chest. His alpha instincts recoiled at the scent of her pain and fury, the bond between them crackling with destructive energy.
In those few minutes of stalemate, the grip on her wrist loosened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know the ambulance would be late,” he said.
He, who has always been aloof, also bowed his head to apologize and explained.
But it was all too late.
Aria’s eyes turned crimson, a hint of saltiness rising in her throat, she laughed, “Chest pain, stroke patients take priority in rescue, don’t you know?”
“A child who fell from a height of just two meters on the second floor couldn’t wait a few minutes for an ambulance? Do they have to compete with heart attack patients? Those few minutes were golden rescue time for my dad, and you just forcefully took it away!”
She couldn’t control her emotions and was shaking uncontrollably. At that moment, she could hardly breathe, felt dizzy, and seemed like she was about to faint.
Kane’s chest tightened, and he wrapped her in his arms, “Aria!”
She resisted his touch, pushed him away, and gradually lost consciousness, falling to the ground.
The last thing echoing in her ears was the urgent voice of a man.
At five in the morning at the end of July, the sky outside the window had already brightened.
Aria opened her eyes again, and what met her eyes was the IV drip hanging by the bedside.
The familiar decor in the room and the smell of hospital disinfectant also made her realize that she was in Shadowbite Medical.
“You woke up.”
The man’s low, hoarse voice rang out.
Aria turned her head, Kane sat with his legs crossed by the window reading a magazine, his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair, looking as if he hadn’t slept all night, with a hint of fatigue in his eyes.
In the past, if he would have guarded her like this, she had no idea how touched she could be.
But now she feels nothing.
Aria was just about to sit up when Kane frowned and, suppressing his emotions, casually threw the magazine on the sofa beside him. He reached out and pressed her back, standing by the head of the bed and looking down at her, “You’re so upset and tired, now is the time to rest.”
During the three days after Gabriel’s death, she really didn’t rest well. When she returned to Moonrise Apartments, she already felt very exhausted.
Her tone was not good, “Can’t I go to the bathroom?” Kane’s brows relaxed, wanting to pick up the IV bottle, but Aria waved his hand away, “I don’t need you.”
(3)
