Chapter 9
Damien kicked the operating room doors open.]
The operating table was empty. Helena sat casually in a chair, phone in hand, a smirk ghosting across her lips.[]
His voice was venom as he grabbed her wrist in a death grip.
“What the fuck are you doing? Didn’t you say your heart was failing–that without surgery you’d fucking die?”
Helena jolted, staring at him in panic.]]
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Damien’s rage was burning through the last of his reason. Pointing at the empty operating table, his voice shook.
“You think this is all some sick game? Playing with people’s lives?“[]
Helena suddenly burst into tears, large drops hitting his hand.
“No, Damien, let me explain!”
“I was just terrified of the surgery, shaking all over. I was trying to distract myself with my phone. I never meant to deceive you!”
Damien’s hand shot to her throat, as if he might crush it the next second.[]
“Cut the bullshit. The medical reports clearly show no heart disease. Did you orchestrate all this just to… kill Aurelia?”
Real fear finally hit Helena. Her legs gave out and she collapsed, clinging to his pants desperately, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe.
“How is that possible?! You know me! Remember when we were kidnapped as kids? I took the blows for you. Ever since then, my heart’s been weak… it’s always hurt.“]]
Her cries grew weaker until she nearly fainted at his feet.[]
Seeing her paper–white face, that violent fury inside him was suddenly extinguished.[]
He remembered how sick she’d gotten after saving him as a kid. Maybe that really had damaged her heart.]
Leonardo rushed over and pried Damien’s hands away. []
“Come on, man! Helena grew up with us. You should know her heart–she’s always been kind.“[]
“If she really wanted to hurt Aurelia, why did she always protect her? Never fighting back when Aurelia bullied her–we only discovered it by accident!“]
“Are you insane, treating Helena like this over someone like Aurelia?“[]
Helena sobbed, “I know you’re upset about my sister. I can pay with my life for her!“{}
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“I’ll go die right now, but you can’t insult me like this!“]]
Damien’s expression was ugly. Meeting Helena’s pitiful gaze, he finally softened.]]
He bent down and helped her up. “Fine. I lost my temper.“[]
Helena immediately melted into his arms, tears still falling, but the corner of her mouth curved into a tiny victorious smile.
But when she looked up to play the victim some more, she met Damien’s eyes–deep and bottomless, with zero warmth. Just ice–cold calculation.]]
Her heart skipped a beat.[]
Damien gently wiped away her tears. “Go rest. I’ll arrange for doctors to give you another full body examination.“[]
Then he turned and walked out of the OR, his back rigid and cold, stripped of any warmth.]
Helena watched him disappear, suddenly shivered.]
The situation had already slipped beyond her control.]
