All Chapters of Please Love Me, Again!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lauren’s P.O.V.The heavy, unfair, and suffocating silence in the room pressed against me.I let out a quiet, humorless laugh, shaking my head slowly.“I understand now,” I murmured bitterly without looking at them.I don’t need to see their reactions. They decided for me as if my opinion and my presence didn't matter.“This project, this institute, my own work…. None of it actually belongs to me, right?” I asked sarcastically, keeping that bitter and mocking smile plastered on my lips.I sniffed and slowly stood up.“Lauren, listen to me." Caellum tried to speak to me, but I had had enough for one day.“I won’t argue with you, bro, because my opinion doesn’t matter,” I said, picking up my bag.“You have already decided everything anyway, just like you always did.” I didn’t know why I said the last statement, but it came out naturally as if it had originated from a deep resentment from the past.“That’s no….” Caellum stood up too, trying to explain things to me, but I shook my head in

Gabriel’s P.O.V. (Continued)“You promised me that I would be back on my feet, Gabriel. You promised me.” She screamed at the top of her lungs, anger, hatred, and pain evident in her voice.“It has been a month since I returned, and yet I am still in this state.”I just listened to her outburst with a numbed mind.“I don’t want to stay in this wheelchair anymore. Make them treat me. Make them treat me.”She thrashed her palms against the armrest of her wheelchair like a madwoman while yelling at me.I sent an email to the Shaw Research Institute, requesting that they reconsider Celia's case, but the reply provided me with the real reason for their rejection that left me speechless.Celia’s psychological evaluation showed that she is convinced that she will be back on her feet in no time.She didn’t just have a hope, but she was convinced.Celia was in a state of psychological denial that she would be in a wheelchair for the rest of her life, and it led to her application being rejecte

Lauren’s P.O.V.“You are still not recovered enough to be here, Lauren. You should listen to Chris and rest at home for a few more days.” Ryan scolded me worriedly when I took the chair in our small meeting room inside the institute.“I can’t stay in bed for even a minute, Ryan, and please don’t tell me to just sit on the chair. That is more awful than being in a coma state.” I replied to him annoyingly, raising my hand to stop him mid-sentence when I assumed that he was about to tell me the thing that I refused bluntly.“Don’t stress, Ryan. We know how stubborn she is.” Chris teased Ryan with a chuckle, and I glared at him.Lillian, Vera, and Cheryl giggled while looking at each other.“Very funny.” I rolled my eyes in annoyance, but it felt good.It had been more than three years since I was working with them through video conferencing.It really felt good to come back to the place where I actually belong.“But as your doctor, you need to listen to my instructions while working, Lau

Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued)He didn’t speak immediately, but I knew that he was now fuming in anger.Gabriel had always been short-tempered.In the past, I had tolerated his anger so many times, but I had no reason to do that now.“If you have to say something, say it now, Mr. Westfield. I am busy.” I asked him coldly when he didn’t speak for the next few seconds.“Busy with what?” he asked me angrily.“None of your business.” I rebuked immediately.He went silent once again, and I groaned angrily.“I am hanging up.” I spoke coldly and was about to cut off when Gabriel spoke again.“I need your help, Lauren. Please don’t say no. For…. For our old time sake, please help me with Celia’s treatment.” He pleaded desperately.For a few seconds, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.Gabriel?????Pleading?????For….. for Celia’s sake…. He is pleading????I clutched my chest when a sharp jolt of pain hit my chest.“I have been at her place before. So, I …. I know how helpless a person feels i

Vincent’ s P.O.V. (Continued)The corner of my lips curled up, but my gaze stayed cold.She watched me intently, waiting for me to answer her question, impatient, but trying to read my mind.“They are dead. Killed in one shot, all the biometrics removed.” I told her, voice cold, and detached.She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. The anger on her face vanished completely as if it wasn’t there.Her jaw was still clenched, though.She opened her eyes and slowly started cutting the steak on her plate again. Her eyes cold, but she was calculating something.“They are still watching her.” She remarked coldly, poked the cut piece with her fork, and put it in her mouth.I didn’t need to say a word in reply. I also resumed finishing my food.Silence that stretched between us was thick and suffocating, but unlike before, it wasn’t filled with argument.It was filled with realization.“They want her dead, without leaving a trace that can reach to them.” She remarked again after gulping do