Isabella’s face turned pale and she exclaimed, “Damian!”
When she saw blood oozing from the corner of Damian’s mouth, Isabella turned around and pushed me hard.
“He’s a patient. Kevin, how could you do that to him?!”
I sneered, “Patient? I thought he was very healthy.”
“Damian had lost his memory due to a head injury, so I came to take care of him. Kevin, I didn’t expect you to be so petty!”
Her eyes, as if she were looking at a stranger, stabbed my heart fiercely.
I was already going crazy but suddenly calmed down.
“Amnesia? Lost his memory but he only remembers you? But I am your husband.”
Damian looked at me blankly at first, but when he heard the word “husband”, he reacted suddenly.
I saw him holding Isabella back in his arms, his face full of horror.
“No, I am your husband. Isabella, you can’t be with others.”
Isabella turned around and patted his back soothingly.
“Okay, okay, don’t get excited. Damian, I’m here, always here.”
I stepped back several steps after hearing the voice, feeling like a clown.
When I left the ward, I turned my head uncontrollably to look at the bed, thinking, one last look, just one last look.
But she didn’t mean to look back, but patiently treated the small wound at the corner of his lip.
Damian even leaned over and kissed her cheek.
She didn’t dodge.
Tears streaked across the corners of my eyes and I rudely raised the back of my hand to wipe them away.
The good things in the past were all bullshit.
That was it, let it be.
“Mr. Snider, according to your condition, you must be hospitalized and treated immediately. If you delay any further, the possibility of recovery will be even smaller.”
I looked at the medical report, but there was no ripple in my heart.
My stomach had been bad for many years and I had been relying on medication for treatment. But now, the emotional blow had further deteriorated my condition and it had developed to the middle and late stages.
It was too late, everything was too late and it couldn’t be cured.
Besides, who cared whether it was good or not?
I was an orphan and my first half of life was almost bleak. It was Isabella’s appearance that cured me, but now, even she didn’t want me anymore.
If I died, would she regret it?
As soon as this thought came out, it began to spread uncontrollably.
People often said that what was lost was the best.
Once, Isabella lost Damian, so when he appeared again, she chose him without hesitation.