I Got Married Without You

Before Erin passed away, Stella, who was on the speedboat, sat paralyzed on the ground with a blank mind, unable to gather her thoughts or even suminon the courage to turn around…

Henry, with his hands completely broken, endured the pain and reached out to cover her hand, saying, “Stella, don’t be afraid. Once we’re safe, I will send someone to save Erin…”

He could tell that Stella didn’t want to use the gun, but Erin had pushed Stella to this point with his outrageous behavior.

Stella quickly got up and walked towards the speedboat.

“Are there any medicine, knives, or bandages on the boat?”

She had to act fast and not waste any time. She needed to find these medical tools and quickly help Henry or else his hands would be useless.

Restless and anxious, she frantically searched through the things on the boat, appearing as if she was madly looking for tools, but in reality, even she didn’t know what she was looking for.

Henry’s eyes focused on her panicked figure and after staring for a while, he asked inexplicably, “Stella, do you still love Erin?”

Was it because of Erin that she felt so helpless?

Stella, who was rummaging through things, suddenly stopped. Without hesitating, she denied Henry, saying, “I haven’t loved him for a long time.”

stabilized her mind and finally noticed the medical kit stashed in the corner,

Henry,

the shore, we’ll

and looked at Stella.

“What about Erin…”

turned even paler.

skilled in medicine. He’ll be fine.”

as a medical genius since childhood, was already beyond comparison

large estate must have surgical tools and medicine prepared. Erin wouldn’t be willing to die like this; he would save

sank, as if something

tightly, slowly turned her head and looked at the small island that

shore. Stella collected her thoughts and helped

then that she realized she was in the country Erin had promised to take her to when they

hadn’t forgotten the promise he

dripped onto her skin from his wrist, Stella suddenly came to her senses. She called a car and

blankly at the blood on her hands, unable to distinguish whether

looked up from the shoes, following the pants, and saw a flawlessly

“Mr. Evans…”

distant, beyond her, towards the operating