Thinking of this, she suddenly let go of her struggling hand. It should be the end of her life, so it was such a coincidence that the medicine was not around.
She gave up on asking for help. Covering her heart, she turned over and looked up at the light. It was dark and gloomy, without a trace of light, as if she had come to hell...
In a trance, a delicate face came into his sight with light.
Then, she felt the world spin around her, and the man picked her up.
Amelia forced her eyes open in his arms and looked at the perfect profile.
She couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly, but she could feel that he was holding her very tightly as if he was afraid of losing her so hard.
This was the first time James hugged her in front of so many people.
She was greedy for such a hug and couldn't help leaning her head on his chest.
I'll just indulge myself for once...
With a cold expression, James quickly put Amelia into the car.
Walking toward the hotel, Emily saw James getting in the car with a woman in his arms. Her face darkened, and she hurriedly walked over.
"James, who is she?" she asked.
When James saw her, he quickly closed the car door, so Emily couldn't see who the woman was.
She could only stare at the woman in the passenger seat through the thick car membrane and ask coldly, "James, who is she?"
James had already proposed to her and even set a date for their engagement, but he was hugging another woman outside.
Furthermore, James's aversion to women was due to his mental cleanliness.
Why would he hug someone else?
Emily's face was full of disbelief and resentment.
"James, why aren't you saying anything?"
Ignoring her, James went straight to the driver's seat, got in the car, and closed the door without hesitation.
When Emily saw the Lincoln stretch limo disappear from her sight at an extremely fast speed, her gentle and elegant face was instantly covered with frost.
She took out her phone and made a call. "Find out who the woman accompanying Mr. Evans to Seaview Hotel today is!"
Breathless, Amelia used all her strength to turn her head and look at James, who was driving at high speed.
"You... Go and chase after your fiancee... Don't worry about me..."
Her words were intermittent and almost took her life.
She leaned against the passenger seat with difficulty and took a deep breath, but she could not relieve the suffocating feeling no matter how hard she tried.
James frowned and glanced at her, but he didn't reply. With a cold face, he drove the car to the hospital without saying a word.
Seeing that he was walking quickly into the hospital with her in his arms, Amelia stretched out her weak hand to pull his white shirt.
"I... I don't want to go to the hospital..."
Amelia's fingers, which were touching his skin, were cold as if the temperature had dropped rapidly before she died, which made James' heart tremble.
"Listen to me. There's oxygen in the hospital."
After comforting her, James held her tightly and went straight to the clinic.
The person in charge of the hospital, who was inspecting the clinic, hurriedly approached him when he saw him.
"Mr. Evans."
"Stella, she has a heart attack. Get oxygen for her!"
Wearing a white coat, Stella was interrupted by James before she could even speak.
She glanced at the woman in James's arms, who was breathless, and then quickly led him to the ward next door.
"Mr. Evans, please come with me!"
She pushed open the ward door and asked him to put her on the bed. After that, she quickly pulled on the oxygen mask and helped Amelia put it on.
Breathing in the fresh oxygen made Amelia feel like a fish out of water, suddenly returning to the pond and regaining a new life.
She grabbed the oxygen mask and desperately inhaled, and only then did the heart that had suffocated and couldn't breathe receive oxygen again.
Seeing that her face had regained a trace of vitality, James's tense look only gradually returned to cold and distant.
He looked at Stella, who was examining Amelia. "How is she?" he asked.
After listening for a while, Stella felt something was wrong with Amelia's heart.
"After the oxygen was inhaled, she recovered. The specific situation still needs further examination."
Her heart did show signs of failure, but before the results came out, she didn't dare to talk nonsense in front of James.
"Give her a full-body examination," James ordered coldly.
Stella nodded. "I'll go make the arrangements first."
Hearing their conversation, Amelia, taking in oxygen, gave up struggling.
Anyway, her illness could no longer be hidden. If James knew, then let him know.
After Stella left, James took out his phone and called Andrew.
"Two things. Remove the hotel's surveillance footage and shut Jackson's mouth up."
Andrew respectfully replied, "Yes, sir."
Only then did he put down his phone and look at Amelia.
"Why didn't you tell me you had a heart attack?"
His expression was as indifferent as ever, as if he was not worried about her illness but blamed her for hiding it.
Seeing his cold and indifferent appearance, the little ripples stirred up in Amelia's heart gradually faded.
She raised her hand and wanted to remove the oxygen mask to speak, but his bony hand grabbed her wrist.
"Don't move."
James's pleasant voice rang in Amelia's ears, hitting her heart and causing a few more ripples in her heart.
She pressed down on her abnormal heart, trying to control the frequency of her heartbeat, but she was frightened by James, who suddenly leaned over.
James's tall and straight body, with a suffocating sense of oppression, hit Amelia, making her unconsciously shrink her neck backward.
However, he didn't notice it at all. He pressed her down on the bed, lowered his head, and stared at her pale face. He asked softly, "Are you still feeling unwell?"
It was rare for James to care about her like this. It could be said that he had never been so concerned about her before. This sudden gentleness made Amelia extremely uncomfortable.
She pressed her back tightly against the hospital bed and only heaved a sigh of relief when she was far from him.
She lowered her head and said softly, "My back..."
She looked well-behaved and quiet, the same as when she had been with him, as if she had never changed.
James's cold expression softened slightly.
He undid her coat and looked at her back.
The three dark red marks of the iron rod almost sank into her flesh.
It was as if he could see the marks of broken bones, which were eye-catching.
"What's going on?"
James's expression gradually turned cold, and even his eyes were filled with frost.
"Did Jackson hit you?"
Amelia quickly shook her head. "Not him. It's Logan..."
James frowned and said, "Make it clear."
Amelia had no choice but to tell him everything that had happened in the hotel.
When James knew she did not bleed because of doing that thing with Jackson, his furrowed brows were slightly relaxed.
However, when he heard that she was almost violated by the bodyguards brought by Logan, his eyebrows, which had just been unfolded, were tightly knitted together again.
Without thinking, he took out his phone and made another call. "Joe, deal with Logan!"
James stepped forward and held her trembling shoulders. The high temperature of his palm made Amelia grit her teeth and endure.
After a heart-wrenching pain, Stella took a few more tubes of her blood for testing.
After some tossing and turning, Amelia was exhausted. She closed her eyes and wanted to fall asleep, but simultaneously, she looked uneasily at James.
"Mr... Mr. Evans..."
Amelia forced herself to open her eyes and looked at James, who had been sitting by her hospital bed all along. "Can you let go of Mr. Collins first?"
Seeing that she was still thinking about Jackson when she was in such a state, James eyes, which had finally softened, suddenly turned cold.
"Take care of yourself first!"
After saying that, James got up and left without looking back.
Looking at the cold and distant figure disappearing from her sight, Amelia sighed helplessly.
As usual, James was as cold and ruthless as ever.
After the blood test, Stella returned to the ward with the report, but she didn't see James.
She thought he was gone, so she handed the report to Amelia, who was lying on the bed.
"Ms. Garcia, your heart failure is very serious. Why didn't you get hospitalized?"
Hearing Stella's voice, Amelia, who had been dozing off several times, struggled to hold herself up and reached out to take the report.
"Being hospitalized is just waiting for death in a different place..."
Her voice was filled with endless despair as if she was ready to die.
Stella had sent away many patients who could not be saved, and there was not much emotional fluctuation about it.
It was just that she was brought in by Mr. Evans, so Stella cared a bit more about her.
"Does Mr. Evans know?"
Amelia shook her head.
"Shall I tell him?"
Hearing her question, Amelia was shocked.
She had thought that Stella would tell James directly, but she didn't expect that she would ask for her opinion.
"Could you not tell him?"
"Sure."
Stella nodded and made a request. "But you have to tell me what your relationship is."
This was the first time she had seen James care so much about a woman, which made her a little curious.
"I used to be his lover's substitute, but now... we have no relationship," she replied indifferently.
Stella's lips curved into a smile. "His lover? Are you talking about Emily?"
Amelia nodded noncommittally, and the smile on Stella's face deepened.
She didn't say anything else. After telling Amelia to have a good rest, she turned around and walked out of the ward.
After Stella left, Amelia couldn't hold on any longer. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She didn't know how long she had slept, but the moment she opened her eyes, she saw James sitting next to her.
He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, and in the sunlight, his fair skin and beautiful features were set off.
He exuded a noble and elegant aura from head to toe. No one dared to blaspheme him or approach him.
He held a report between his slender fingers, with his long eyelashes drooping as he flipped through the report pages one by one.
There was no change in his expression when he looked at the report. It must be Stella who had made a fake report for him.
Stella kept her promise. Not only did she help her keep it a secret, but she also made a fake report for her. Amelia didn't need to worry about it.
But hadn't James already left? Why was he still by her bed?
Amelia struggled to sit up, but as soon as she moved, the wound on her back was pulled, and she suddenly felt a bone-eroding pain.
"Don't move."
Seeing that Amelia was moving around as soon as she woke up,
James's expression turned cold. He reached out to hold her shoulders and turned her over.
With his help, Amelia slowly turned her body to avoid touching the wound on her back.
But she was thirsty and wanted to drink water...
She looked up at James and saw that his face was as cold as ice. She swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue.
She reached out to get the glass of water next to the bed, only to find that the blood on her hand had been washed clean, and even she had been changed into a hospital gown.
"What do you want?"
Before Amelia could think about who had dealt with her hands and clothes, she heard James's indifferent and gentle voice above her head.
"Water..."
He picked up the glass of water next to her, put his arm around her waist, lifted her up, and personally fed her some water.
Amelia was stunned for a second, and her eyes were full of doubt as she stared straight at him as if trying to detect any subtle changes in his expression.
However, James did not have any expression on his face. He was still as indifferent and distant as usual. The only difference was that the way he looked at her was gentler.
As she slowly finished drinking the water, James gently set her down, his movements so gentle that Amelia began to wonder if the man in front of her was an impostor.
"You..."
She wanted to ask him what was wrong.
However, James stared at her and said solemnly, "I've already sent someone to look for a suitable heart for you. Wait a little longer. I'll do my best to cure you."
His words were like a warm current that slowly flowed into the bottom of Amelia's heart, giving her a glimmer of hope.
If she hadn't known that she was in the late stage of heart failure, she would probably have smiled and replied sweetly, "Okay, I'll wait for you."
However, she couldn't make a promise to him, so she could only reply tactfully, "I've been looking for a suitable heart for many years but haven't found one. You don't have to hold too much hope. I can survive by taking medicine..."