The twisted stomach was filled with cancer cells, and Hamish quietly stared at the screen, as the whole world seemed to become silent.
“Is that Elisa’s stomach?”
“Mr. Burns, if you still don’t believe that the case is fabricated, and the images are fake, then ask yourself, have you ever seen Miss Powell suffer from stomach pain so severe that she couldn’t sleep through the night?”
“Have you seen her vomiting blood?!”
“Have you witnessed her passing out in the hospital due to stomach pain?!”
“Ordinary stomach problems wouldn’t cause someone to vomit blood!”
The nurse bombarded Hamish with question after question, like a bomb exploding in his brain, pushing everything towards an uncontrollable direction. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the back of his neck, and he wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words. His bewildered face suddenly showed signs of panic.
No matter how much he doubted, he knew that things were completely different from what he originally thought. Elisa really had gastric cancer.
She hadn’t deceived him from the beginning.
Hamish suddenly remembered the words Elisa spoke that night, leaning against him.
“Hamish, I’m dying…”
“I have gastric cancer, and I may not live for another year.”
“What if I told you that I never lied to you from the beginning? Hamish, you’re really smart, never giving me a chance to deceive you. You… just think of it as a lifetime.”
“Can you go back to North Bankshire and get my medicine? It’s my life-saving medication…”
He had already thrown away those products that he thought were useless, but he never expected that they were truly Elisa’s life-saving medicine!
“If you don’t believe all this, then when will you stop deceiving yourself? Do you really have to wait until she’s on the verge of death to believe? Mr. Burns, by then, it will be too late for regrets.” The exhausted nurse’s words were harsh, striking at his heart.
Hamish turned towards Elisa’s direction, he pulled his arm, easily breaking free this time. He looked at Elisa, her face pale, devoid of any color or vitality, unable to support herself any longer. She started to fall forward, her knees bending, and both legs kneeling on the ground.
A sharp pain shot through his knees, and only then did Hamish come to his senses. He gently lifted her sleeve and looked at her fingers. His pupils contracted, and his heart felt like it had been tugged by something.
In his memory, Elisa’s hands were fair and slender, her jade-like fingers dancing on the strings, with a faint pink tint on her fingertips. But now, her hand was wrapped in gauze, covered in countless needle marks.
On the floor, on the operating table, there were still fresh bloodstains.
Her hands were in such a state, and Hamish didn’t dare to uncover her upper garments. Thinking of what the doctor said, that there were over a hundred injuries, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to describe it as broken and fragmented.
Like a cracked and shattered mirror, it could never be pieced back together to its original appearance.
What had he done? What had caused Elisa to become covered in such scars?
“Elisa, can you wake up? I won’t bully you anymore.”
“I didn’t know you had gastric cancer, I thought you were lying to me.”
“Wake up, I’m not restraining you anymore, nor am I forcing you to have a child.”
“As long as you wake up, I’m willing to spend my whole life making up for the sixteen years of your misguided love.” Hamish’s hand trembled as he grabbed the edge of the bed, repeatedly praying, hoping that Elisa would open her eyes.
He wished so much that it was a huge joke from the heavens, as he hated deception, but now he hoped that everyone was deceiving him.
He was too self-righteous, thinking that he could protect both sides, confidently believing that as long as he didn’t care about Elisa and let her replace Lila, he would have time to make detailed plans.