As time passed, those wounds you thought would never heal slowly faded away, but it wasn’t forgiveness, it was more like resignation.
People can’t live in resentment forever, it’s just too exhausting.
Elisa didn’t expect Hamish to show up, let alone to suddenly appear and take a bullet for her.
Hamish was taken to the hospital in an ambulance and brought into the emergency room. Louis and Elisa, possibly infected with a virus, were driven to the hospital separately for blood tests.
Elisa’s face turned pale, her hands as cold as ice. Louis held her cold hand, “He’ll be fine…”
“I’m not worried about him,” Elisa said, frowning, holding back her bitter tears.
As the old saying goes, calamity lasts a thousand years. Hamish was a thousand-year-old calamity, his life or death had nothing to do with her.
But she didn’t want Hamish to die like this. If he did, she would inevitably remember him, and she didn’t want to remember him at all. She just wanted it to be as if he had never been a part of her life.
“I hate him, I really hate him…”
Louis embraced her, his voice soft, “I know, Elisa. You don’t have to emphasize who you hate. You can choose to let go. You don’t owe anyone an apology.”
Elisa stood in front of the operating room window, watching Hamish with an oxygen mask. His weakness was evident from the heart rate monitor.
Hamish didn’t like hospitals because he hated the smell of disinfectant. He was the kind of person who would endure pain and avoid medication rather than go to the hospital.
Now, he lay there, unable to move. His face was unusually pale, as if he were a fragile porcelain doll that might shatter at the slightest touch.
Time seemed to slow down. Elisa kept glancing at the clock on the hospital wall every couple of minutes.
Hamish was in critical condition. Tobias and several shareholders from the company rushed over when they heard the news. Mrs. White and Mr. White also came.
Louis and Elisa were isolated, waiting for the results of their blood tests. As for the operating room, they could only inquire about the situation from the nurses.
Hamish remained unconscious. His condition did not improve from critical. He had been given two life-threatening notices within six hours, receiving continuous treatment.
At one point, he woke up briefly and saw Tobias, asking him to sign any notification agreement on his behalf, whether it was for critical condition or death.
Moreover, if he didn’t die, Tobias was not to tell Elisa about his lung cancer.
Why keep Elisa in the dark?
Because he was afraid Elisa would mock him.
Back when Elisa was with him, she had always advised him not to smoke, that it was bad for his health, but he didn’t listen. Now, retribution had come swiftly. He couldn’t save himself; all he could do was cower in a corner and lick his wounds.
He had even hit her when she had warned him. Now, his lung cancer was just what he deserved.
After Tobias agreed, he closed his eyes again, this time not waking up for a long time, undergoing continuous treatment.
Lung cancer, a bullet within the lungs, was a further blow to his already fragile body.
Six hours later, the results of the blood tests came out. From the blood taken from Louis, an unknown virus was detected. The nature of the virus required further research and ongoing testing to eliminate it.
But Elisa’s body showed no signs of any anomaly. Elisa sat by the window, repeatedly reading the two test reports. Rain fell outside, and the cold wind blew in through the window, cutting through her like a knife.
Elisa tightly clenched the test results, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face.
Louis was always optimistic. “People, ah… sorrow for a day, happiness for a day. So why can’t we live happily every day? But there are still some regrets. The virus in my body hasn’t caused me any discomfort. Experts are still researching. This virus is said to be contagious, but no one knows how harmful it is. So, I will continue to be isolated, but this time separately.”
It was a good thing that Elisa hadn’t been infected, for Louis. Even though Elisa had said that she didn’t care and would be with him no matter what happened, Louis still hoped she would live on well.
This world, even without him, was still beautiful. Who knows, maybe she could find someone better than him.
Louis stood by the window, comforting Elisa.
“Don’t worry, my health is fine now. I have no discomfort. This virus that Finn said is very serious might not be as harmful as it seems. Maybe it will just pass like a common cold after a while.”
The White family arrived at the hospital. When Mrs. White heard that Louis was infected with the virus, her body instantly went cold, as if she had swallowed a bitter pill.
Her son had gotten into trouble trying to save Elisa, but this was his own choice. She couldn’t blame anyone.
Louis was afraid that his parents would harbor resentment because of him, so as soon as he saw them, he was the first to mention his memory recovery.
“Mom, Dad,” Louis leaned against the window, and as the words left his mouth, a thin layer of mist formed on the glass, “I remember everything.”