No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

CHAPTER 1253 I WANT TO APOLOGIZE

"As a doctor, you should care about my physical and emotional well-being. Have breakfast with me."

Elisa was infuriated by his words. She had calmed down, but the man's appearance changed her attitude.

"You're the one that has stomach cancer, not me! Anything anyone does for you will not matter if you don't even care for yourself! Your attitude is despicable, and you don't deserve to live! You might as well croak over now and let someone better take your place."

Gareth felt a vein twitching on his forehead. He cooled his emotions and said, "I will eat if you stay and will also take care of myself."

"Are you using your morals to manipulate me?" Elisa scoffed.

Gareth never cared about her emotional health. He would rather believe a notorious liar than anything she said. She thought about that time and was overwhelmed with annoyance.

Why do I have to care for him? Pity him? Is he worth it?!

Waves of hostility rolled off Elisa. Even though she was a doctor and needed to put the patient's interest first, she only felt infuriation when looking at Gareth.

Gareth sat next to her and held her hand. He looked at her calmly and said, "If you think so."

Elisa gathered her energy to shake his hand off, but his grip held on. She scowled. "I won't care if you die. It doesn't matter to me if you want to eat or not. I was kind enough to save you. Don't ask for more, Gareth. You're not worth it! You're just like a dog in my eyes!"

Elisa was like a porcupine. She blurted out the words without consideration, but her eyes were extraordinarily emotionless. It looked like she had found peace and was speaking after careful consideration. It didn't seem strange to see her mad yet passive.

She was angry because she had been mistreated, and her memories had been awakened.

On the other hand, she was calm because she had accepted everything.

Gareth's grip on her hand seemed to lessen. Gareth could not forget even a single detail of his past with Elisa with his photographic memory. The memories floated in his head, and the root of the problem was Linda Benett.

Although the vein on his forehead was ready to burst, Gareth kept cool and quietly said, "I was wrong."

Elisa's eyes flashed, and she looked at the man suspiciously. Is he apologizing? Is the sun rising from the west?

Elisa quietly stared at him with frosty eyes.