Chapter 634 – The Scarlet Vengeance: Justice of a Framed Beauty Novel (Grace & Jason)

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However, the two men guarding the ward stepped forward and stopped Martin Weiss.

In the end, what Martin Weiss grasped was only the hem of Kyla Corbyn’s clothes.

However, even if it was only the hem of her clothes, he still grasped it tightly as if he was holding the last glimmer of hope. “Kyla, please. Will you listen to me for a while?”

With his hoarse voice, he seemed to be begging.

Kyla Corbyn was stunned, and there seemed to be some doubt in her eyes. However, it soon turned into cold disgust. “No thanks. There’s nothing to talk about between us.”

Kyla Corbyn tried to pull the hem of her hospital gown back from Martin Weiss’s hand as she spoke. However, how could Martin Weiss let go?

He was afraid he would not know when he would see her again if he let go.

Kyla Corbyn frowned, and one of the two men guarding the ward said, “Mr. Weiss, please let go, or you’ll only embarra** everyone!” With that, the man grabbed Martin Weiss’s hand which held the hem of Kyla Corbyn’s hospital gown.

However, Martin Weiss seemed not to have heard that and just looked straight at Kyla Corbyn. “I know you hate me. Yes, I deserve it, but I beg you, let me talk to you alone, okay? There are so many things I want to tell you!”

“But I have nothing to say to you,” said Kyla Corbyn.

‘Nothing to say?’ Martin Weiss smiled wryly. He was still tugging at the hem of her hospital gown even though the bodyguards were trying to pry his hand away. A burst of pain came from his hand.

His whole hand felt like it was going to break. His fingers were

already contorted, but he kept on.

He just did not want to let go. He was afraid he would not be able to grab her anymore once he did! He would even lose this little connection with her!

Kyla Corbyn looked at him coldly and said suddenly, “Martin Weiss, you’re still as selfish as ever. You’re always forcing others to do what you want. If you want others to grovel and admit their mistakes, then they have to grovel and admit their mistakes. If you want people to listen to you, then they must stay and listen to you. People like you never know what respect is!”

Martin Weiss instantly stiffened, and his lips trembled. He looked like he was defeated. He gave off a sense of dejection, and little by little, his fingers loosened on the hem he had been gripping tightly.

Kyla Corbyn pulled back the hem of her hospital gown and turned around.

He suddenly shouted, “I know Paisley Daniels framed you for her abortion! Also, you were the one who donated me the bone marrow! You were the one who saved me, weren’t you? Kyla, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll do whatever you want!”

She stopped in her tracks, turned her head slowly, and looked at the man in front of her. She suddenly found it ridiculous and pathetic.

This man had viciously made her kneel and grovel a few days before, but now he was saying that he wanted to make it up to her!

“Martin Weiss, not everything in this world can be compensated,” she whispered. As she looked at the person in front of her, she seemed to be getting lost in past memories. “I did donate my bone marrow to save a young man. I had hoped that the person I would save was honest and kind. If we were lucky, perhaps we could smile at each other when we met in the vast crowd.”

Martin Weiss looked at her intently. It felt like his heart was weightless as it kept falling. In his ears, her voice kept hitting his eardrums word by word.

“But I don’t want the person I saved to use the life I gave him to hurt me again and again. So Martin Weiss, I don’t want you to be the person I saved!”

With that, Kyla Corbyn turned and walked into the ward.

As the door closed, it was as if it had set two worlds apart.

Martin Weiss stared at the door and stood still like a sculpture.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly bent over

while gasping for breath. His face had turned pale.

‘Can’t I make things up to her?

‘She even hopes she never saved me? Because… if it’s true, it’d be too cruel to her!

‘Why did I find out the truth after hurting her again and again?

‘Why did he give her such a cruel truth?’

He recalled how she had reverently asked for a sign through lottery poetry in the temple back when they were dating. She was overjoyed when she got a great sign.

Back then, he had asked her curiously, “What did you wish for? Why are you so happy after getting a good sign?”

“I wished for a friend I helped to live a healthy life and not be troubled by diseases. Now that I got a good sign, he should be alright now.”

“Friend? What friend?”

“A friend I’ve never met, but perhaps I will someday. I’ll introduce you to each other when that happens!” she said with a sweet smile.

“What kind of friend have you never met? An online friend?” he asked.

“It’s a secret! I’ll tell you in the future!” she said while beaming.

It was only when he thought back to it now that he realized he was the friend she had spoken about!

She saved him. Although they had never met, she was still concerned about his health.

However, he ruined her life!

If he had asked her more details about her friend, he might have gotten a clue but he missed it.

He had never thought of hearing her tell him about this ‘secret’ again because he knew back then that she and he would never have a future together.

He was only dating her for revenge then.

Just then, the bodyguard beside Martin Weiss came forward and said, “Mr. Weiss, are you okay…” His voice stopped short.

It was because Martin Weiss’s eyes were now red and filled with pain.

It was as if his whole being was enveloped in never-ending pain.

When Grace came to see Kyla Corbyn, she only saw Martin Weiss standing still in front of the ward, looking just like a zombie standing on his feet.

Grace slightly sighed to herself. ‘If he had known it would come to this, would he have let things go this far?

‘But he… Judging from Martin Weiss’s haggard appearance, Jay might’ve been right when he said Martin Weiss loves Kyla. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be behaving like this even if he feels guilty.

“How long has he been standing here?” Grace asked Jason’s two men who were guarding outside the ward.

“Ever since last night,” they replied.

Grace glanced at Martin Weiss again before walking into the ward.

Kyla Corbyn was the only person left in the ward. She was looking down at her hospital gown.

Grace looked down and saw a faint tinge of dull red on the hem. It was… the color of blood.

“Are you hurt? Where are you bleeding?” Grace was taken aback and quickly asked.

Kyla Corbyn seemed to come to her senses and said as she shook her head, “I didn’t get hurt. I’m not bleeding.”

“Then this blood…”

“It’s Martin Weiss’s. He came to me last night and grabbed me by the hem.” It was only just now that she noticed that the hem was stained with blood.

‘Did Martin Weiss hurt his hand?’ The speculation flashed across Kyla Corbyn’s mind for a short while but she soon abandoned the thought completely.

She did not want to think about this man anymore.

“Did he say anything to you when he came last night?” Grace asked as she sat down.

Kyla Corbyn said lightly, “He seems to know about the bone marrow transplant and the fact that the Daniels family plotted the miscarriage. He said he would make up for these things, but I don’t think it’s necessary anymore.”

Kyla Corbyn lightly spoke about it, but Grace knew she had been hurt too deeply, which was why she was so calm about it when the truth came out.

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