บททั้งหมดของ The Girl He Hates: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

"Kiera……." I heard sobs coming from beside me as I felt warm tears touching my cheek.I want to open my eyes and see who it is, but my body feels heavy, and my mind is clouded with confusion. I can sense the pain in her voice, and it breaks my heart not to be able to comfort her at this moment of distress."I am sorry for being so helpless," The same voice whispers, filled with a mixture of sadness and frustration. "I wish I could take your pain away and make everything better. I wish I had the power to make things right for you." Tears trickle down my face as I struggle to respond, feeling a deep sense of guilt for not being able to offer any solace.The weight of his sorrow hangs heavy in the air. I want to open my eyes and hug him tight in my arms, telling him that being here with me is more than enough for me to feel better. I wish I could find the right words to comfort him and let him know that, no matter what, he is my biggest support system.Even if he can't bear my pain, his

KIERA"So... how is everything?" I asked the doctors eagerly, hoping for some positive outcome after weeks of waiting for news on my condition.I stare at the doctor, whose eyes are focused on the reports, reading them intently. I turn my face toward Jason, his hand tight on mine, as he smiles reassuringly and says, "Everything is going to be fine." I take a deep breath, trying to remain hopeful despite the uncertainty of the situation. She smiles back at him, grateful for his unwavering support during this difficult time.Finally, he looks up with a solemn expression and begins to explain the results to me in a calm and reassuring tone. "Your leukemia is almost in remission," he says, "and with continued treatment, we believe you will make a full recovery." I feel a wave of relief wash over me as I realize that there is hope for a positive outcome.I feel Jason take a deep breath and squeeze my hand, silently conveying his relief and happiness at the news. The weight of uncertainty b

KIERA"Kiera, calm down and try to focus on your breathing." Jason's voice was gentle, his hand reaching out to hold mine. "Why the fuck are you blaming yourself for everything? We all make mistakes, but we can work through this together," he said, rubbing my back in slow circles.I tried to follow his advice, attempting to calm my racing heart and focus on the steady rise and fall of my chest. "Look at me and take deep breaths," Jason continued, his eyes filled with concern and understanding. "Things that happened were in the past; it wasn't you who caused them," he assured me, his voice soothing and reassuring. "You were victims of circumstances beyond your control. But now we are together and happy, right? Kevin is with us; he forgives you, and we are moving forward." Jason's words helped to ease the guilt and shame that had been weighing me down. "Then Aria, our daughter, is us; she loves you unconditionally and sees you as her hero," Jason added with a smile, reaching out to hold

KIERA "That is why we are here," I said firmly, determined not to go empty-handed."I know your daughter is in a coma, and you guys are soon pulling the plug."The couple stood up from their seats in shock, their faces filled with a mixture of sadness and rage. "How do you know about our daughter's condition?" the mother asked, her voice trembling.Kevin and I shared a sympathetic look: "The hospital your daughter is admitted to is under Grey Enterprises." I repiled, knowing that this information would only anger the parents further."So... does that give you any right to interfere in our personal matters?" The father demanded; his tone was defensive.I shook my head, trying to defuse the tension in the room. "We are not here to interfere, but to ask for your help," I said softly, trying to calm the tension in the room. "I am Jason Grey Major, the shareholder of Grey Enterprises and the CEO. I just want to ask you guys to donate your daughter's lungs to save my wife, who is in critica

KieraI stare at my phone, blankly dialing the same number for the 10th time, hoping for a response that never comes. Frustration begins to build as I realize that my calls are being ignored."I hate you..." I mutter under my breath, feeling a mix of anger and disappointment. "Why isn't he picking up his call ?" I wonder, my heart sinking with each unanswered ring."Jason..." I sighed, throwing my phone on the bed before collapsing onto the mattress, defeated. The silence in the room only amplifies my feelings of loneliness and despair.I don't know why I feel like this, but the emptiness in my chest is suffocating. I close my eyes, trying to push away the overwhelming sense of loneliness.I need to understand that he might be busy, he can't be available 24/ 7. But the uncertainty gnaws at me, leaving me feeling lost and disconnected.I am so bored; this four-walled room feels like a prison, trapping me in my own thoughts. I wanted to go out, but Jason strictly advised me to stay home