Chapter 2 Call off Our Engagement

• Marcus refused to accompany her to the hospital, prompting Zoey to resolve to go alone.
• With no time to change her attire, she hastily threw on a coat and stealthily slipped away to the hospital unnoticed by the servant.
• The rain continued to pour heavily, its tumultuous downpour adding to her unsettled state of mind.
• Upon exiting the car, Zoey made a beeline for Jonathan's ward. As she approached closer, her strides grew heavier, and she found herself hesitating to proceed.
• She couldn't bring herself to face him...
• Outside Jonathan's ward stood a row of bodyguards, among them Frank Holmes and Finn Holmes, Jonathan's most trusted associates.
• As Zoey cautiously approached, Frank and Finn took notice of her.
• "How dare that contemptible woman show up here?" Finn nearly uttered a curse.
• "Ignore her."
• Even the typically affable Frank frowned, his displeasure toward Zoey evident in his gaze.
• Because of her, Jonathan had endured so much. The doctors warned that Jonathan's leg might not fully recover!
• They truly couldn't fathom what Jonathan found appealing in her—so foolish and obstinate!
• Zoey had now reached them. Seeing their reluctance to engage, she initiated the conversation. "Is Jonathan inside?"
• Finn ignored her, and Frank, concerned for Jonathan, nodded with a tense expression.
• "I wish to see him..." Zoey acknowledged her past mistakes, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
• "Mr. Holmes is in a precarious state right now. Miss Saldana, if you have any shred of conscience left, you should refrain from entering and further upsetting him."
• Each visit Zoey paid to Jonathan only seemed to aggravate him more. Jonathan couldn't endure any more disturbances.
• Zoey didn't intend to upset him; she wanted to console him!
• Jonathan's leg could have been healed initially. It was his procrastination that had resulted in a permanent disability.
• Knowing no amount of pleading would sway them, Zoey raised her voice and cried out.
• "Jonathan!"
• "Jonathan!"
• "Jonathan!"
• One after another, Zoey called out until her voice grew hoarse, yet the door to the ward remained firmly shut.
• Zoey awoke soaked from the rain, her body still frail. She had shouted for over ten minutes, her face flushed and coughing persistently.
• "Miss Saldana, you should return now," Frank advised. His concern lay not with her but with Jonathan. Knowing Jonathan well, he could fathom the depths of his current distress.
• Zoey realized further shouting was futile. With reluctance, she glanced at the tightly shut ward door, then turned and departed.
• Inside the ward, Jonathan sat on the bed in hospital garb, eyes downcast and hands on his knees, enveloped in a heavy air of melancholy.
• Outside, Zoey's voice gradually faded. He knew she had finally surrendered and left.
• He desired to see her, yet he couldn't muster the courage to face her.
• He was self-aware; if he were to die here, Zoey likely wouldn't even spare him a glance.
• She must be here to call off our engagement.
• Jonathan sighed bitterly. Yet, at that instant, he heard faint rustling outside the window, accompanied by a faint scream of a girl.
• It sounded like Zoey.
• Jonathan suspected it was his imagination, but the feeling persisted. He yearned to investigate but found himself immobilized.
• "Frank!"
• He called out, and Frank and Finn rushed in.
• "Go check outside the window."
• Frank appeared perplexed but said little. He swiftly ventured outside.
• Then he spotted a girl skulking near the window, and their eyes locked.
• "Miss Saldana?"