My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 129

The whole time, I had wanted to know whose kidney was in my body. Was it someone I knew? But a thought remains as a thought. I would never believe any of Quinn's lies again.

"I don't need to know that," I answered, turning her down, and even pretending to be nonchalant. "No matter who they are, it doesn't bother me. For me, you're the problem now, and it's good for Leon and me if you leave!"

If Quinn stayed longer, some kind of trouble would definitely happen again. As I watched her petite body kneeling in the stormy wind, I advised in frustration and a certain amount of unwillingness, "As you've said it yourself, you wouldn't have returned to Bryxton if it wasn't because of your health problems. Now that your condition has stabilized, you should just return to Swizland."

She shook her head and sounded pitiful as she sobbed, "I don't want to. I can't bear to leave."

I crouched down and looked at her with clear eyes. "Who is the one you can't bear to leave?"

However, she kept shaking her head, and tears streamed down her face, looking so heartbreaking and pitiful. But now, I knew that she was full of lies, so I had no pity to spare for her, and I also knew that it was Leon she couldn't bear to leave.

So, in a whisper, I asked, "After all the things that Leon has done for you, why did you still hurt the woman he loves? In addition, you even forced Nicholas to marry Alice when you clearly knew that our family did nothing to you and broke up so many couples. Is your heart made of stone, and no matter how nice others are to you, they cannot touch you?"

Stubbornly, she didn't utter a word and kept crying like I was the bully.

The more I looked at her, the more frustrated I became, and I called my assistant with a frown on my face.

When my assistant picked up the call, I instructed, "Quinn pushed Francesca down the staircase, causing her baby to be born prematurely, and her life is in critical condition now. Call the police immediately and get a lawyer to extract her back to—"

Before I could finish, Quinn hugged my leg and wept, begging me to let her off. For a split second, I was soft-hearted, but when I remembered what she did to me, Nicholas and Francesca, I couldn't bring myself to forgive her. So, I mercilessly took a step away from her as I continued, "Do as I said."

"Renee, what are you doing?"

I heard Leon's angry voice behind me, and I spun to my side, only to see him walking over with a grim face and helping Quinn up.

Composedly, I asked him, "Have you seen Francesca?"

Looking the other way, he answered, "This has nothing to do with you."

Out of kindness, I reminded him, "She just gave birth to a baby girl, but she's born prematurely, and nobody knows if she'll survive. So, I would advise you to stay by their side now."

A hesitant look washed over his face, but Quinn grabbed his arm tightly and snitched on me. "Leon, Renee wants to send me back to Swizland, and she's forbidding me to return to Bryxton! But I don't want to leave!"

When he heard her complaints, he turned to me, shocked. "Renee, why are you doing this?"

She's really an expert in making use of Leon, I thought, and my eyes turned icy when I told him the truth. "She's the one who shoved Francesca down the staircase! Quinn caused all the suffering she's going through with her baby, so you better stay away from her!"

When he heard that, he suddenly released Quinn's arm. However, she reached out her hand and wanted to hold on to her last ray of hope, but the man took a step back, and she ended up grabbing thin air.

Desperate, she stared at him with a pale face and muttered, "Please."

Until this second, she was still pinning her hopes on Leon and wanted to make him stay, but she didn't think that Francesca needed him now, and he wanted to be by Francesca's side as well. She made her bed, and now she must lie in it. Ultimately, it was her selfishness that did her in.

She only loved herself and never placed herself in other people's shoes.

"I'm sorry, Quinn," Leon said, which was rare for him to be so clear-minded. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

He hastily left and went into the hospital while I watched Quinn indifferently until my assistant arrived with the police to take her away.

When she was dragged away, she cast me a resolute look. I didn't plan to be so ruthless, but her appearance had thrown many lives into disarray, and the mistakes she made were too many to mention.

So, I suppressed my unease and waited until she was gone before going into the hospital. Francesca was still unconscious, whereas her baby was doing quite well, and the doctor said that he couldn't find any significant problems with her.

After I loitered in the hospital for a while, I decided to return home with Kevin.

A storm had started outside, and he removed his jacket, held it over his head, and ran out quickly to his car.

By the time I reached home, it was already 3.00 AM, and for almost a day and a night, Shawn didn't contact me at all.

He didn't even text me. It was as though he had disappeared completely. Before we started dating, I never gave it that much thought, but I was now especially worried about his disappearance.

I hope he's not injured, I prayed.

After a shower, I changed into pajamas made of thin, breathable material and browsed through some entertainment headlines on the couch, but there wasn't much shocking news recently.

I laid on the couch listlessly, listened to the rain outside, and unknowingly fell asleep. Then, a little while

later, I was awakened by my phone ringing.

Half-asleep, I grabbed my phone and was jolted awake when I saw the caller ID.

I instantly picked up the call, placed the phone next to my ear, and exclaimed in surprise, "Sunny!"

"Yeah, open the door."

His voice was particularly husky, and I asked in surprise, "Where are you?"

"Be good and open the door."

Since he had asked me to open the door twice, I quickly opened my apartment door, but I didn't see him outside. So, I walked out of the doorway and into the corridor, where I saw a man standing at the end of the hall. His figure managed to look both arrogant and lonely.

At that moment, he tilted his head to look out a window, and I crept behind him silently. However, when I wrapped my arms around him from behind, I realized that he was drenched from the rain. Next to his arm, I stretched out my head and saw a wealthy woman standing in the rain downstairs.

She wore a green dress, held a folding umbrella with flower prints over her head, and lifted her head to look our way.

I wasn't exactly sure where she was looking, but I felt that she was looking in Shawn's direction, and I also had a feeling that he was looking at her, too.

When I tightened my arms around him, only then did he seem to have a reaction. He looked away from

the woman and turned to me. The hair on his forehead was a little messy, and he gazed at me with a dazed look in his eyes as he called me, "Babe."

It was as though I could feel his melancholy, and I rubbed my cheek gently against his back, whispering, "I'm here."

As soon as he heard my reply, he seemed to lose his mind and hoisted me off the floor with one arm. Afraid that I was going to fall, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

His body was soaking wet, and he planted a kiss on my lips impatiently, kissing me passionately for the first time when I was fully conscious.

As he was a very strong man, he carried me back to my room with only one arm, and when we were in the bedroom, he spun around and pushed me against the door, holding my hand. Then, he suddenly raised his hand and stroked my head soothingly. Instantly, my thoughts returned to that night at the sea when he was like this.

I held onto his broad shoulders as I cried out his name, but when I remembered that wealthy woman from earlier, I asked him curiously, "What were you looking at earlier?"