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.

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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.

and asked morosely, “John, don’t you think I’m pretty

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

He was a human being and not a god, after all. He couldn’t have known that Jared was hiding a deep grudge and that after

that grudge in the first place!

very helpless. “Scarlett, if you don’t

disregard Hannah’s family background

perturbed, he muttered, “We’re talking about your

making you see things from my perspective. Sometimes, it’s hard to understand the viewpoint of the other party when you aren’t in their shoes. You might even think I’m making a big fuss over nothing. However, if the same thing happens

was a lost

feeling gripped my face. I lay in bed, thinking miserably about how

over to the hospital immediately. The moment she saw me,

wasn’t in a talking mood, so both of them chose to remain silent as well. Knowing that Ashton had caused my injury indirectly,

Ashton had taken the splash of sulfuric acid for me, their expressions lightened up

fact that I had been injured anyway. They

family would be defenceless regardless of how much influence they commanded in society. After all, they

charges of causing intentional hurt before long. Everyone

large part of his skin had been corroded by the chemical. He

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 eyes had made a full recovery.

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

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

The doctors said he needed to rest—he had been very

to him, gazing at his face. Because he had been burnt on his back,

his face, which was still as handsome as ever, I mused that we both made up for the

whether we were together because of love, or because we owed too much to each

owed each other too much, we

deal of pain when the anaesthesia wears off.” He turned to me and continued, “The

do. This was probably the first time I had been

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

had lived peacefully for the first half of his life, and now he was in for the trial

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finished changing the 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 to be changed every three hours. Make sure to give us a shout

thanked her in

his coma. As he lay on his bed, his lips

got up and poured some water, dunking a straw into the beverage so he could suck the drink up. However, Ashton shook his head, telling me to

obeyed. He took a sip from the cup and looked a little better. His lips white as snow, he muttered,

he woke up made me shed tears

at him and said,

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

at him, the lump in my throat growing more painful. “A small injury?” He had nearly lost his life, and still had the audacity to say something so

“I’m thirsty.” I wanted to be a cruel wife and make him die of thirst, but one look from

hold back my

saw this, Ashton sighed and said with a smile, “Why are you always crying? Girls shouldn’t cry

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

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.

head and said in a low voice, “That’s what I

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

my hand if he

his hands were. This was the first time I knew

“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 to you, and I failed again this time. I thought I blocked every drop of that

However, he grimaced

lump in my throat again as my heart throbbed with pain. I shook my head, looking at him with tears in my eyes. “Ashton, I never wanted

against his lips. His lips were icy cold, and I knew the effects of the anaesthesia were

ago, I accidentally harmed you and the child. Four years later, I accidentally harmed you again. I’m very sorry, and I know you probably hold a grudge against me for that. Actually, I’d prefer 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

to protest his claims, but I realized that what

After a short pause, I said shortly, “Ashton, stop

weakly. “But who cares? I’m willing to wait for you to come to me one day. Until that day,

spent most of my life catering to Ashton’s whims.

catering to my own whims all along. I refused to open up my heart to him and forget

people or let go of the lovers I once had

been a

nothing I could do to alleviate his pain. I wiped his sweat off using a towel, and he smiled bravely up at me, as

saw me squat down next to his bed, he

so he could take my attention

the urine catheter. After a short pause, I replied, “Changing your urine

his end, as though my declaration

anybody to

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

told me that he was still awake. Gingerly, I

gazed into each other’s eyes,

to remain silent at this

leaned

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the 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

thanked her in a low

from his coma. As he lay on his bed, his lips moved a little, his voice sounding too hoarse to

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

and looked a little better. His lips white as snow, he muttered, “Thank

words after he woke up

looked at him and said, “You’re a

still very handsome. “Don’t worry, it’s

the lump in my throat growing more painful. “A small injury?” He had nearly lost his life,

slightly. “I’m thirsty.” I wanted to be a cruel wife and make him

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

this, Ashton sighed and said with a smile, “Why are you always crying? Girls shouldn’t cry so much, you know.

glared at him. Sounding even hoarser now, I snapped, “I’m disfigured, anyway. How much uglier could I get? Ashton,

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

head and said in a low voice, “That’s

I exerted some force, he let

whatever—he could hold my

feel how cold his hands were. This was the first time I knew his hands

Somehow, I was never able to protect you every time something

hand, as though to touch the scar on my face. However, he grimaced in

pain. I shook my head, looking at him with tears

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