To Jackson, Eva's words were a fatal blow.
"Every single time?"
He raised his blood-red eyes in disbelief and slowly looked at Eva.
"In the past five years... she has been with James?"
"Yeah."
Eva replied indifferently, almost killing Jackson.
He had thought that she had only sold herself once, but he hadn't expected that she had been with that man for five years.
No wonder James looked at her with possessive eyes. It turned out that they had been together for so long.
Then what should he do? He had loved her for 15 years. From the beginning of love to the deep love before amnesia, almost engraved into Jackson's bones.
He loved her so much that he would rather die in a car accident than let her be with another man to save him.
He couldn't accept that Amelia was lying under another man's body and being possessed by another man.
That was why he would blame her crazily like a madman when he discovered she had sold herself to save him.
He couldn't bear it, not even once, let alone for five years.
Amelia, whom he had been reluctant to touch since she was a child, had been with James for five years.
His heart convulsed, and even his limbs and bones ached. His vision darkened, and then he suddenly fainted.
Seeing Jackson suddenly fall in front of her, Eva was shocked and quickly asked the security guards to take him to the hospital.
When Jackson came out of the hospital, it was already dark. Eva sighed helplessly and took out her phone to send a message to Amelia.
[Amelia, you'd better come to the hospital earlier to see Ryan. He seems to have something very important to tell you.]
When Amelia saw this message, she breathed deeply and wondered why Jackson hurried to find her.
She took a look at her body. Although she had taken special medicine, it was not that effective in a short time.
Especially the new wound on her back. It would hurt so much if she moved a little. Even if she wanted to leave now, she couldn't.
After thinking for a while, she replied to Eva, "I'll do it as soon as possible." Then, she put down her phone and looked at James, who was helping her pull out the needle.
It was not until the evening that she finished her IV drip. James changed the medicine bottle during this period and fed her food and water.
In fact, he could have asked the servants to do it, but he insisted on taking care of her in person.
Looking at the busy man, Amelia felt that he was doing this just to help her get better as soon as possible so that she could help him. solve his physiological needs.
Thinking of this, Amelia felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her body, making her ignore that James had serious mental cleanliness.
She had also overlooked that people with this disease would never touch her when they mistakenly thought she and Jackson had slept together.
When James pulled out the needle, he pressed his slender fingers on her hand. As soon as he pulled it out, she immediately withdrew her hand.
In James's eyes, her avoidance of touching him was somewhat harsh, and he swept her a cold glance.
"I've touched every part of your body. Why are you avoiding me?"
His tone was always interrogative and dismissive.
Amelia used to think he was overbearing, but now she felt he had never taken her seriously.
Amelia pursed her lips and did not reply. Her pale face was tinged with loneliness.
James lifted his slender fingers, pinched her chin, and forced her to look at him.
"You want to go find Ryan?"
When Amelia heard Ryan's name again, she felt her heart skip.
Then she quickly realized he must have seen it when she replied to Eva.
She had planned to tell him about her departure after she got out of bed. Since he had taken the initiative to ask, she could take the opportunity to ask him.
"He must have something urgent to discuss with me. Could you please send someone to send me back?"
"Are you so anxious to see him?"
James looked down at her from above. Under the light, his delicate face looked sinister and cold, which made people tremble.
"Yeah."
Amelia was a little afraid of him but still nodded against her heart.
Even if she didn't want to see Jackson, she had to leave immediately.
Since James was about to get engaged to Emily, it was inappropriate for her to stay at his house for the night.
She had only forgotten about his fiance because she had been touched by the warmth he showed.
Now that she had completely woken up, she felt she should no longer be entangled with a man with a fiance.
Amelia looked calm, but there was a hint of anxiety in her eyes. It seemed that she couldn't wait to leave.
When James saw her like this, the complicated emotions in his eyes gradually disappeared and were replaced by coldness.
"It's only been a day since you two parted, and you miss each other so much. It seems that you two have rekindled your love."
In the face of his sarcasm, Amelia did not explain. She lowered her long eyelashes to hide the displeasure in her eyes.
Seeing that she was silent, the man's face became increasingly livid, and his hand holding her chin became more and more uncontrollable.
"Didn't you say you don't love him anymore? Why do you still want to get back together with him?"
Holding back the sharp pain in her chin, Amelia smiled at him.
"I can be your lover for many years even if I don't love you. Why can't I rekindle my love for him?"
She didn't know if the first half of her sentence made him choke or the second half made him so angry that he was speechless.
Amelia saw that his beautiful eyes which were as cold as frost, had gradually turned scarlet.
This moment, the man pressed down on her and
pressed her against the bed.
"Don't you know that Jackson is the future son-in-law of the Evans family? How dare you be with him?"
"Do you think that after he calls off the engagement you will have a chance to become his new fiance?"
If she hadn't heard with her own ears that his thoughts about her were limited to a physical need Amelia would have surely thought that it's not his thought.
Fortunately, she no longer had any expectations of him.
"Mr. Evans, you know I want to marry into a wealthy family, and now that my ex-lover has come knocking, naturally, I'm tempted."
"As for the warning you gave me, you said he was the future son-in-law, but no one knows what will happen, right?"
Her lightly-posed rhetorical question made James feel she didn't even care about her dignity and had no lower limit!
No wonder after learning about Jackson's broken engagement, she moved into his house and went in and out of hotels with him. It turned out she had this kind of intention!
Did she think that as long as she could control Jackson, she didn't have to take the Evans family seriously or even look down on him?
She was provoking him, but what about him? What was he doing? He kept going to her again and again...
James stared at her pale face and wished he could strangle her to death with his hands, but... he couldn't bear to do that.
"Amelia, you really don't know what's good for you..."
After a long moment of silence, James slammed the door and left.
Looking at the lonely figure disappears from her sight, and Amelia heaves a sigh of relief.
She thought that since she had fallen out with him, he would send someone to send her back.
But not only did he not send someone to send her away, but he also asked Frank to take good care of her.
He had never appeared again as if he had completely forgotten about her.
Stella had given her special medicine for heart failure for the past few days, and her body had quickly recovered.
She could leave the bed and walk, but her body was not as good as before. Just getting up and going to the bathroom was enough to half-destroy her.
Stella said that special medicine could relieve pain but not the countdown of life. She was destined to die as scheduled, and no one could save her.
When Amelia came out of the bathroom with the help of the bathroom wall, Stella was packing the instruments.
Seeing that she was sweating, she quickly walked over to help her.
"Ms. Garcia, you'd better go to the hospital for the last treatment. Don't force yourself. You won't be able to stand it."
"No."
Amelia shook her head firmly.
Stella sighed. "Mr. Evans will find out if you keep doing this."
Amelia pursed her lips and forced a smile at Stella. "So... Stella, can you take me away from here?"
Stella replied with a helpless smile, "No one dares to take you away without Mr. Evans's permission."
Amelia did not make things difficult for Stella anymore. With her help, she sat down on the bed again.
Stella picked up the water glass next to her and handed it to Amelia. "You probably can't eat much now, so drink more water."
Late-stage heart failure patients were prone to stomach bleeding if they ate too much, so they could only rely on water to maintain their vital signs.
However, it wouldn't be long before she couldn't even drink water. By then, her life would come to an end.
When Amelia took the water, she looked up and wanted to thank Stella, but she saw the scratches on her face.
"Stella, what's the matter?"
She didn't look closer at Stella when she was doing her checkup and IV drips.
Now she saw the deep nail marks on her face and realized she had been injured.
Stella touched her face and said calmly, "A patient scratched me."
James asked her to handle Emily, and the simplest way was for her to admit that she was the woman James hugged into the car.
When she came out to claim the identity, Emily brought a group of people to break into the hospital, hitting and smashing things, and even scratched her a few times.
However, James asked her to do this so she naturally wouldn't tell Amelia, who scratched her and just casually replied.
Stella said a patient scratched her, so Amelia thought she had a dispute with the patient and didn't ask any more questions.
"Stella, remember to use the medicine to remove scars."
Stella looked soft and elegant with a beautiful face, so it would be a pity if she were to be disfigured.
Stella nodded and left with her medicine cabinet.
As the director of the private hospital, she was usually quite busy.
If it weren't for James, making an appointment with her would have been very difficult.
When Amelia thought of James, she felt suffocated.
Amelia didn't know what he meant. He was about to marry but still locked her up at home.
Did he both want Emily and want her?
If that was the case, then he was too greedy.
Amelia looked in the direction of the French windows. It was cloudy and raining heavily.
The weather was in line with her mood, and she couldn't help but sigh deeply.
While she was hugging her legs and leaning against the headboard in a daze, two extremely dazzling headlights hit the floor-to-ceiling glass.
Then, the sound of wheels rolling on the ground came from downstairs, and a Koenigsegg stopped at the villa's gate.
The bodyguard holding the umbrella opened the rear door, and a nearly 1.9 meters tall man slowly got out of the car.
He tore off the tie around his neck with one hand and ordered coldly, "Don't let him in."
The bodyguard replied with a "yes." After sending the man to the villa, he turned around and walked toward the iron gate outside the garden.
Amelia stood before the French window and followed the bodyguard's line of sight. From a distance, she saw a man outside the iron gate.
She was too far away and raining heavily, so she couldn't see the man's face clearly and didn't care much about him.
Withdrawing her gaze, she struggled to walk down the stairs with the help of the wall.
James hadn't returned for several days, and she hadn't had the chance to propose leaving.
It had not been easy for him to come back tonight, so Amelia had to seize the opportunity.
James had just taken off his coat when she got downstairs and handed it to the servant.
His gloomy and cold face became even more ghastly when he saw her coming downstairs.
However, Amelia didn't notice and quickly went up to him. "Mr. Evans..."
She wanted to say a few words to him, but he didn't even give her a look and went straight to the bathroom.
Frustrated by the rejection, Amelia's face darkened.
"What does he mean by that?" she thought.
He left her at home, ignored her, and even gave her a cold face. Did he think she was a punching bag?