In Love, Never Say Never

In love, never say never chapter 591

He picked up the bottle of sulfuric acid, slowly swivelling his head to face me. An eyebrow raised, he asked in an annoyed tone, “Want me to do it for you?”

My face scrunched up out of fear, instinctively taking a step back and increasing the distance between us. “Jared, listen. There’s still a way out for you if you stop now.”

His lips pulled back in an ugly sneer. “Scared, Scarlett?”

No sh*t, Sherlock. Anyone would be.

He took slow, lazy steps towards me, and I unconsciously kept backing away from him. “Jared, you can’t bring back people from the dead, but you can still treasure the living while they’re still alive,” I tried to convince him.

He merely jeered at me, refusing to listen to anything I said as he twisted open the bottle cap.

Waving the bottle in the air menacingly, he went on to say, “You look so much like Naomi right now. She was this scared and vulnerable when she died, too. I remember thinking: she must have wanted to continue living, but she couldn’t find a good reason to do so anymore. Why couldn’t I have been her reason? Why couldn’t she have continued living for me?”

I felt my back hit a wall. I’m cornered.

Delighted by my new predicament, a wide grin spread across his face as he splashed the contents of the bottle in my direction.

I reflexively reached up and tried to cover my face with my hands, but only managed to block some of the liquid.

In the blink of an eye, I was aggressively pulled into someone’s embrace at the exact moment that I heard the blood-curdling sound of something dissolving, as well as caught a whiff of the rancid odor of rotting flesh.

A man’s voice hissed into my ear in pain as a group of people suddenly barged into the building.

When I’d finally snapped awake from my daze, I realized that it was Ashton. He’d used his own body to shield me from the sulfuric acid.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could somewhat see that all the blood was drained from Jared’s face as he stared at Ashton, dumbfounded while Ashton’s men wrestled him to the ground.

I tried to open my mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Ashton instantly fell to his knees in front of me. There was a constant ringing in my brain as I stood there blankly, watching someone else carry Ashton away.

At the hospital, I silently watched the doctors and nurses as they moved around me. It was only then that my brain finally registered that my face hurt slightly, and I realized that the sulfuric acid must have burnt some parts of my skin off.

“The burn area isn’t large. Your right eye is hurt, but the cornea isn’t damaged, so you don’t have to worry about blindness,” a doctor told me as he bandaged up my wounds.

I contemplated his words for a while. I now knew that my face and right eye hadn’t managed to escape Jared’s fury unscathed.

But why didn’t I feel any pain at all in the beginning? Maybe it all happened too fast that my brain wasn’t able to register it.

The doctor left as a nurse came in to help with my IV injection. After pressing lightly all over my hand and not finding any prominent veins, she glanced up at me. “Please hold your hand in a fist.”

I did as I was told. She carefully inspected the back of my hand and then picked up the needle, setting it upon a certain spot on my skin.

I turned away, refusing to watch her actually push the needle into my flesh. My pain tolerance had always been horrible.

“All done,” the nurse helpfully supplied after she was done.

Only then did I sigh in relief, all the muscles in my body relaxing. The spot on the back of my left hand where the IV needle had pierced hurt slightly, and it looked swollen.

I couldn’t help but ask, “Did you accidentally pick the wrong vein? It looks like the wound is starting to bleed.”

The tube that connected the IV needle to the drip bag was indeed starting to turn from clear to blood-red.

The nurse looked over her shoulder at me and did a double take. When she tried to pull out the IV needle, tiny drops of blood spurted out.

Using a cotton swab and iodophor to clean the wound, she instructed, “Hold this for a minute.”

I held the cotton swab in place, internally lamenting about how complicated humans’ blood circulatory systems were. All veins had the same purpose of sending blood to different parts of the body but getting them mixed up might potentially cause a health hazard.

The spot on the back of my left hand was no longer bleeding, but a bruise was starting to form, much to my dismay.

As I chucked the cotton swab into the nearby trash can, the nurse also noticed the growing bruise on my left hand. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly and looked apologetic but didn’t say anything.

She took my hand in hers and inspected it closely, searching for another more suitable spot to insert the IV needle.

I couldn’t help but pity myself whenever I looked at the tiny lump on my left hand. “Maybe we could try my right hand?”

I would’ve hated it if the nurse somehow accidentally inserted the IV needle into the wrong vein on my left hand again, creating yet another bruise there.

Nodding, she lowered her head and gestured for me to clench my right hand into a fist.

Fortunately, the process was much smoother this time, and nothing happened after the IV needle went in.

The nurse packed her medical tools, staring woefully at the bruise on my left hand. “I’ll go get a pack of ice for you.”

I nodded. My vision of her was slightly blurry due to one of my eyes being covered by bandages.

In love, never say never chapter 592

Things always looked a little blurrier when you were staring at them using one eye instead of two.

John stepped into the room and brushed past the nurse, who couldn’t help but gaze admiringly at him. A man with his handsome looks was bound to attract female attention wherever he went.

He was probably used to it as well. He walked into the room and gazed down at me, his eyes full of worry. After glancing up and down my body, his eyes settled on the pinpricks of blood on the back of my hand.

“How did you manage to do that to yourself?”

I replied blithely, “My skin is too fair, I suppose. It was very difficult to find the veins.”

John frowned a little but didn’t say anything more. As he continued to gaze at me, he asked, “Well, how do you feel?”

I evaded his question expertly. “Have you found Summer?”

John nodded and replied, “Yes, we’ve already found him. Ashton suspected Kristina all along, but it wasn’t until he found Summer that he realized something was terribly off. That was when he went to look for you in the factory.”

I pursed my lips. Ashton was a very clever man indeed. Also, that taxi driver had disappointed me greatly! I thought he would at least be kind enough to help me call the police.

I couldn’t help but sigh. Strangers weren’t to be trusted, after all.

John looked at me with a strange expression on his face. “Why aren’t you asking me how Ashton is?”

That was a difficult question. How was I supposed to answer that?

Ashton had shielded me from most of the sulfuric acid, so his injuries were probably far worse than mine. However, I was still a little hesitant about asking John about his condition.

up at John and asked morosely, “John,

his brows together. In a low voice, he replied, “Jared has been planning this for a long time. You’re not to blame for this incident, because you couldn’t have predicted his actions. It’s well within your rights to be mad at Ashton, but Scarlett, you must know that he has put in his best effort

all. He couldn’t have known that Jared was hiding a deep grudge and that

Ashton was the root cause of that grudge in the first place!

swirling in my eyes, John sighed a little, looking very helpless. “Scarlett, if you don’t let go of your grudge

about you, then? Can you disregard Hannah’s family background and live happily with

fell silent at my question. Looking rather perturbed, he muttered, “We’re talking

nodded. “Yes, we are talking about me right now. I’m just making you see things from my perspective. Sometimes, it’s hard to understand the viewpoint of the other party when you

pursed his lips, probably thinking that I was a lost cause. The room descended into an awkward

to wear off, a burning feeling gripped my face. I lay in bed, thinking miserably about how my face would

the hospital immediately. The moment she saw me, tears fell from Cameron’s eyes

so both of them chose to remain silent as well. Knowing that Ashton had caused my injury indirectly, their faces were clouded

after they found out that Ashton had taken the splash

the fact that I had

of chasing down people, the Crest family would be defenceless regardless of how much influence they commanded in society. After all,

hurt before long. Everyone had expected this outcome. The man was

acid, and a large part of his skin had been corroded by the chemical. He had to be kept under strict observation

in the intensive care unit, his condition

finally transferred him to a normal ward, he was still confined to his bed. The doctors had already removed the bandages from my face, and

my face, right next to my eye. It was a rather small wound that was no larger than the size of my thumb, but it seemed so much more obvious because it was on my

recommended it to me, telling me that it could help improve the appearance of the scar

I was still alive, I couldn’t let this scar cause too much disruption

in a coma. The doctors said he needed to rest—he had been very badly

Because he had been burnt on his back, he was

was still as handsome as ever, I mused that we both made up

could no longer tell whether we were together because

each other too much, we were bound to

the anaesthesia wears off.” He turned to me and continued, “The patient will be bedridden for now. Make sure to change his urine catheter

nodded— I already knew what I had to do. This was probably the first time I had been entrusted with

had always been very healthy in the past. I couldn’t recall a

half of his life, and now he was in

love, never say

back of his hand, and the nurse took great care to adjust it. She

nodded and thanked her in a

woke up from his coma. As he lay on his bed, his lips moved a little, his voice sounding

a straw into the beverage so he could suck the drink up. However, Ashton shook his head, telling

a little better. His lips white

after he woke up

I looked at him and said, “You’re

his face was still very handsome. “Don’t

my throat growing more painful. “A small injury?” He had nearly lost his life, and still

a cruel wife and make him die of thirst, but one look

of water, my heart hurt uncontrollably. Unable to hold back my tears anymore, I could only watch as they landed on

said with a smile, “Why are you always crying? Girls shouldn’t cry so much, you know. It makes you look even

“I’m disfigured, anyway. How much uglier could I get? Ashton, I don’t need you to sacrifice yourself for

your thanks, you foolish girl. Jared’s target was me, and you were innocent. Come to think of it, I was the one who implicated you. I’m to blame for my own injuries—you don’t have to

bowed my head and said in a low voice, “That’s

to pull away from him, but the moment I exerted some force, he let out a growl of pain. Evidently, I had accidentally touched his

whatever—he could hold my hand

feel how cold his hands were. This was the first

“Scarlett, I’m sorry for letting you down. I never did become that hero in your heart. Somehow, I was never able to protect you every time something happened

lifted his hand, as though to touch the scar on my face. However, he grimaced in pain again as his wound stung, and he quickly

I shook my head, looking

and I knew the effects of the anaesthesia were beginning to

that. When you found out that something had happened to Summer, you left without telling me and went to beg Emery and the Stovall family for help. You didn’t consider turning to me during your hour of need, but I can hardly blame you for that. It’s my fault for letting you down again and again and making you lose your trust in

protest his claims, but

know what else to say. After a short

one day. Until that day, I’ll put in my best effort to

to Ashton’s whims. Now that I thought more deeply

my own whims all along. I refused to open up my heart to him and forget our complicated history—instead, I got used to burying bitter grudges deep within me and plodding

people or

relationship had been

have worn off completely. Ashton was in so much pain that his forehead was practically dripping with sweat. However, there was nothing I could do to alleviate his pain. I wiped his sweat off

saw me squat down next to his bed, he asked, “Scarlett, what

he could take my attention away from the perturbing

After a short

his end, as though

man, and he probably didn’t want anybody to see him at his weakest.

catheter without a word. He shut his eyes and leaned back into his bed as

that he was still awake. Gingerly, I dabbed

into each other’s eyes, I notice the despairing look that haunted

best to remain silent

wiping his sweat away, I leaned closer to him and

say never

bandages on his back. A tube had been inserted into the back of his hand, and the nurse took great care to adjust it. She looked at me and said, “His bandages have

her

Ashton woke up from his coma. As he lay on his bed, his lips moved a little, his voice sounding

water, dunking a straw into the beverage so he could suck the drink up. However, Ashton shook his

the cup and looked a little better. His lips white as snow,

first words after he woke up made

as I looked at

at me. Although he looked very gaunt, his face was still very handsome. “Don’t worry, it’s just a

nearly lost his life, and still had the audacity

a cruel wife and make him die of thirst, but one

hold back my tears anymore,

saw this, Ashton sighed and said with a smile, “Why are you always

“I’m disfigured, anyway. How much uglier could I get? Ashton, I don’t need

continued to grin at me. “I don’t want your thanks, you foolish girl. Jared’s target was me, and you were innocent. Come to think of it, I was the one who implicated you. I’m to blame for my own injuries—you don’t have to feel

bowed my head and said in a low voice,

I wanted to pull away from him, but the moment I exerted

whatever—he could hold my hand if he

anaesthesia, but I could feel how cold his hands were. This was the first time I knew his hands could be

that hero in your heart. Somehow, I was never able to protect you every time something happened to you, and I failed again this time. I thought I blocked every drop of that sulfuric acid,

touch the scar on my face. However, he grimaced in pain again as his wound stung, and he quickly wrenched

with pain. I shook my head, looking at him with tears in my eyes. “Ashton, I never wanted a

were icy cold, and I knew the effects of the anaesthesia were beginning to wear off. He was in for a great deal of