I’m Sorry But I Love You

Chapter 29

Anderson immediately got out of the bathtub and ran downstairs with a towel wrapped around him. When he saw a pool of blood beside the weak and slender woman at the corner of the kitchen, he widened his eyes. “Catherine!”

His voice trembled as he was unable to believe this scene in front of him, but he didn’t stopped his hands at all. He held her up in his arms and applied pressure on her wound that was still bleeding continuously.

“Drive to Antonio’s hospital. Hurry up!”

He didn’t realize that he sounded panic.

The woman in his embrace looked pale and her usual red lips were dull too, “Anderson…”

“Don’t say anything; we’re reaching the hospital soon.” Anderson tightly covered her wound and his eyes were red.

“I’m…cold.” She felt that she was on the verge of dying and forced a smile on her face, “I’m going to meet my mom and dad soon.”

“No, no. You won’t, don’t say that anymore.” Anderson couldn’t imagine his life if the woman in his arms would disappear. “Anderson, I don’t love you anymore.” Her pale face revealed a smile of relief and closed her eyes.

Anderson felt his blood surging up his chest and he swallowed them back. Then, he shouted at Paul, “Drive faster!”

Paul directly drove to the entrance of the hospital and Catherine was sent to the emergency room.

Antonio had seen countless patients and had countless operations in the emergency room. At that moment, his forehead was still filled with sweats as his eyes focused on the woman lying on the operating table.

“Check how much Rh-negative blood is left in the hospital and bring all of it here.” Antonio handled the wound and instructed the nurse.

The nurse hurriedly ran out and took all the remaining blood plasma in the hospital warehouse.

Antonio’s eyes were red, “It’s not enough. Ask the man outside to contact Owen. He’s Rh-negative.”

The nurse ran out again without stopping. “How is she?” Anderson grabbed the nurse who ran out.

The nurse caught her breath convulsively and told Anderson, “The patient had lost too much blood. The hospital didn’t have enough Rh-negative blood, Dr. Antonio asked you to contact a man called Owen. He has the same blood type as the patient.”

Antonio was stunned. Owen?

He looked for his phone everywhere on his body and realized that he had forgotten to bring his cell phone when he came here. He quickly took Paul’s phone over.

When Anderson called, Owen was still fighting with his servants and wanted to escape, “Hello.”

“Come over to Antonio Hospital. Catherine had committed suicide. She lost too much blood and she needed blood plasma now.” Anderson’s voice sounded a little tired and anxious.

Owen stunned for a moment as he realized something. Paul asked the nurse for a set of patient clothing, “Young master, you should change your clothes.”

Anderson looked down and saw the white bath towel had turned red. It was all stained with Catherine’s blood. There was so much blood, she must have suffered a lot.

His mind was in a mess. Whenever he closed his eyes, he thought of Catherine’s look when she said that she didn’t love him anymore.

When Owen saw Anderson, his fist hit Anderson hard on the face. Anderson retreated due to pain and glared at him in rage. Owen wasn’t afraid at all and his following fist fell on Anderson’s body. Anderson suppressed his anger, “She’s almost dying now. She needs your blood, so I won’t touch you now.”

When Owen heard that, the expression on his face changed in a sudden. He quickly dumped Anderson and pulled the nurse over to take his blood, “Take how much you want, as long as she could be saved.”

The nurse nodded. Her eyes were filled with pity as she said to Anderson, “The patient’s condition is very bad now. She might not make it, you should be mentally prepared for the worst situation.”

Anderson suddenly felt dejected. He supported himself on the wall for quite some time before regaining his consciousness. Catherine was in the operating room all night. When Antonio came out from the operating room, he immediately sat on the ground. Although he was exhausted, he still looked coldly at Anderson, “Don’t you think you’ve hurt her enough?”

Anderson stared at the door of the operating room for the whole night. In just one night, stubble had grown on his face and he looked slightly different now.

“How is she?” His voice was hoarse.

“She’s in ICU now. If she could wake up today, I’d make sure she’ll be able to stay alive. If not, even god couldn’t save her anymore.” Antonio sounded exhausted. He thought of something and smiled suddenly, “You almost killed her, but Owen almost lost half of his life donating blood to save her.”

Anderson’s body stiffened. He didn’t know how to describe his feelings at this moment. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

The man that he hated most, saved his woman.

And he was the one who caused her to commit suicide.

When Anderson thought of her pale face, he felt as if a sharp weapon had pierced into his heart. He felt so painful.

Another doctor came out of the operating room and was surprised to see Antonio sitting on the ground, “Why aren’t you taking a rest, Dr. Antonio? The patient is still in danger. She might need to be rescued again. You should take a break now.”

Antonio got up and returned to his office tiredly.

Anderson was left alone there. He stood at the entrance without moving, like a statue.

Paul handed Anderson the clothes that he had brought from home, “Sophia and Lincoln already knew about this and they insisted to come over. Do you want to change your clothes?”

Anderson took the clothes and walked into an empty ward. He changed his clothes and washed his face.

When he came out from the empty ward, Sophia and Lincoln happened to run towards him. Both of them were sweating on their foreheads, “How is my Mommy doing?”

“She’s fine now, but she is still under observation.” Anderson didn’t tell him that she was still in a critical stage.

Lincoln was relieved to hear that. Then, he raised his little face and looked at Anderson with hatred, “Mr. Clark, may I ask why my Mommy would suddenly commit suicide?”

Anderson remained silent. Lincoln took out a stack of photos from behind and raised it up. His eyes were red, “Did you show this to her?” Anderson didn’t deny. It was true that he had completely lost his mind when he saw these photos.

Lincoln’s eyes were red. His biological father was the one who caused his mother to end up in prison. They almost couldn’t make it to this world because of him. This man indirectly caused his mother to be addicted to drugs, and now he wanted to force his mother to death using his own hands.

No matter how calm and matured a five-year-old child was, he still couldn’t help but be a little afraid at this moment. “This is all your fault!” Lincoln shouted and threw the photos in front of Anderson, “Did you know why Mommy did this?” ‘It’s because of you. You’re the sinner who made Mommy like this!”

“What rights do you have to criticize her?” Lincoln’s eyes was filled with tears. He was so angry that he glared at Anderson with hatred, “Did you know how hopeless she must had felt when she cut herself with the knife?”

‘I’ve watched the surveillance camera. When her blood continuously flowed out from her body, she was calling out your name.” This was the longest talk that Lincoln had said to Anderson.

He was usually so quiet that it seemed as if he didn’t exist.

Sophia was frightened and hugged Lincoln, “Brother, I don’t want Daddy anymore. I want to find Mommy…”

“She had finally forgotten about it. Why did you make her recall these things again?” Lincoln shrugged his shoulders, “If something happens to her, I will hate you forever. As long as I’m still alive, I will seek revenge for Mommy!”

His red eyes were filled with hatred and he didn’t bother to conceal his anger at all.

Anderson muttered with his hoarse voice, “What happened to her in the prison?”