Cordy blinked at John, who said, "I didn't think I'd see you again. This makes it worth it… even if I die now.""No one's dying. Not until the very last moment," Cordy said bluntly."Just go," John told her nonetheless.As Cordy pursed her lips, John repeated himself resolutely, "Go.""Shut up. It'll be done soon enough," Cordy said, averting her eyes.She refused to give up until the very end.And yet, smoke was starting to spill into the basement, and John obviously noticed that.He held her gaze, looking deep into her eyes as she said, "I'm not worth it, Cordy.""This isn't about you," Cordy said coolly. "I refused to let Dicky be fatherless.""You've already taken good care of him.""That still doesn't replace his father.""But he shouldn't lose his mother too."Cordy bit her lip at that, while John continued, "Meeting you was my greatest blessing in life. That's why I feel no regrets."Cordy stayed silent and kept watching as the bodyguard hammered against John's chai
"You've done your best," John told Cordy. "I don't hate you—no, I'm thankful that you came for me in the end. Promise me that you'll live well instead of mourning me, and spend your days in happiness with Patrick. I've looked into him… He's changed over the years because of you, and he's worth entrusting the rest of your life with."Even so, Cordy's tears could not stop."Go," John urged her again—any slower and she would not make it.Cordy bit her lip, but just as she was about to turn away, her bodyguard suddenly said, "Wait."Cordy promptly turned toward him, an irrepressible sense of hopefulness igniting within her head and causing her to shudder ever so slightly.She actually thought she could not take more crushed hopes just then."I think the chains are breaking!" the bodyguard exclaimed in surprise nonetheless. "I see a crack. Should I keep trying, Ms. Sachs?""Yes." Cordy nodded without hesitation.John tried to stop them, but the smoke was now so thick he could not ev
No longer hesitating, Cordy turned and hurried out of the burning manor under her bodyguard's escort.Their surroundings were thoroughly scalding even with their fireproof overalls, and they could hardly move forward.With the fire blazing as it was, they might not make it out if they had a second's delay, especially without fire protection.But that was not something Cordy should worry about—everyone had made their own choices.It was with great difficulty that she and her bodyguard rushed out of Lynd Manor.At the same time, Cordy saw Sean rush out as well, seemingly with another person in his arms.She was uncertain because the figure was wearing fireproof overalls as well—she rushed over to them and heard Sean bellowing hoarsely, "Take him to the hospital! Now!"Cordy was actually stunned—Sean was so worried he seemed to be losing it!Her heart in turn raced when she had a good look at the person in Sean's arms. "What happened? Is that… Patrick?!""He was shot. I can't giv
'No,' Cordy told herself. 'There are no 'ifs'.'Meanwhile, time ticked away, and soon half an hour had passed.The walkway was so silent one could hear a pin drop, but the doors to the operating room were not open.Nonetheless, there was suddenly some commotion along the walkway, and both Cordy and Sean turned toward it.They found a crowd of medical personnel wheeling two stretchers in their direction, moving so urgently one could feel that the patients were in a dire state even from the distance.Cordy blinked. She did not see the people in the stretchers, but she saw the bodyguard who escorted her into Lynd Mansion following the stretchers. Cordy lowered her gaze in turn.So, the people on the stretchers were Nana… and John?He was virtually disfigured, and even Cordy would not have recognized him if not for the bodyguard.She simply looked on and watched as they were wheeled into surgery.Sean clearly noticed too. "Was that Nana and… John?"He simply could not be sur
Both Cordy and Sean stayed in Patrick's ward to keep him company.They both waited in silence for him to wake up.Then, after a long while, Patrick's eyelids seemed to twitch.Sean quickly noticed and straightened himself as he stared fixedly at the other man.Cordy sensed his reaction in turn and noticed that Patrick was showing signs of waking up as well.She quickly got up, leaned toward him, and whispered into his ear, "Are you awake, Patrick?"Patrick simply felt light-headed and opened his eyes with great difficulty to find his vision blurred.It took a while for him to focus and find Cordy.He tried to move but found himself very limp. Moreover, he barely moved when he winced in pain. "Oof.""Don't move!" Sean suddenly snapped, his voice stern.Patrick turned toward him.Cordy did the same and could not help telling him, "He just woke up, Sean, and he's hurt. Don't shout at him."Sean pursed his lips, but stayed silent.Patrick seemed to remember what happened jus
Nonetheless, Patrick refused. "You'll wear yourself out.""Not really.""Either way, you don't have to. Just keep me company, and I won't be bored," Patrick smiled.Cordy did not press the issue. "Alright. We can chat.""Yeah… About what?" Patrick asked."Anything you like," Cordy smiled faintly.Patrick felt like his heart could melt from her tenderness and suddenly felt the bullet he took was exceedingly worthwhile!"By the way, did you get John out? Is he alright?" Patrick asked.Cordy was silent for a while."Hold on, you didn't?" Patrick exclaimed in surprise.Reasonably speaking, Cordy and John would have left Lynd Manor before anyone else—Patrick was in turn delayed because he doubled back to help Sean."Sorry, but I lied to you." Cordy apologized sincerely then."You mean, you didn't get John out when I called you?""I didn't want you to get hurt."Patrick appeared a little upset at that, so Cordy quickly assured him, "But I'm alright, aren't I? I was just positiv
Cordy smiled faintly. "Really?""Well, he is impressive, so if he actually died…" Patrick continued and suddenly noticed the look of indifference on Cordy's face, adding, "It'd be a shame""You should be worried about yourself." Cordy smiled, though her tone was stern. "You're worried about others when you broke three ribs? The most important thing for you to do right now is to get better.""And once I'm better, will you marry me?" Patrick blurted.He was actually surprised himself when he said that—he had always wanted to marry Cordy, but never had the courage since he knew all too well that he was not all that important to her yet.At least not important enough to entrust the rest of her life with… Like a burglar, he had all the intention but not the courage.Even he had no idea how he managed to say that.In fact, he was panicking before Cordy responded. "I-I was just kidding. I'm not asking to offer yourself to me just because I saved your cousin—""Yes," Cordy suddenly sai
Sean slowly walked toward the ICU, where John was moved after surgery.His vitals were weak, and the doctors said that he would either live or never wake up.It all depended on the patient—his fate was now beyond the realm of medical knowledge.Sean quietly watched him, not quite able to describe how he felt.Perhaps he found it a waste—he had come to admire John a long time ago, as he genuinely found the man to be a genius. He really would have liked to work with John and even entrust him the future of the Cranstons.But now, he lay on the bed in the ICU ward, his fate unknown.Sean sighed—whatever happened to John now, there were things he must do for the man, such as bringing Richard over to keep him company.This might be the last time Richard got to see his father, after all.-Patrick stayed at the hospital for a week.Aside from the broken ribs, he had no other issues—his heart was fine too, which the doctors described as a blessing in disguise.Cordy stayed with him