With her mind already in turmoil, her illness further muddled her judgment. Her thoughts tangled up,


    making it difficult to untangle them.


    She knew what kind of person Marco was. Her harsh words had been born out of anger. When it came


    to understanding his treatment of her, she knew him better than anyone else.


    But the issue with Keely remained an inescapable thorn in their rtionship.


    This was the crux of their discord.


    Reflecting on this, she fell into a sort of denial, avoiding confrontation and refusing to ponder further on


    the matter. She retreated into silence.


    Marco cast a nce at her, and instead of waiting for her to speak, he addressed the nurse in a soft


    voice, “These are things I ought to do.


    After all, I am the reason Loraine fell sick.”


    His words, brimming with sincerity, revealed his deepest feelings. His gaze on Loraine was intense and


    regretful, his brows furrowed in self-reproach.


    As if making a solemn promise, he asserted, “If anything were to happen to Loraine, then I… I should


    die.”


    Loraine, taken aback, stared at him, her lips trembling. She met his gaze, filled with suppressed


    emotion.


    She bit her lip, a surge of anger and helplessness welling up within her. “Stop with the nonsense,


    Marco! If you can’t speak sensibly, then just stay quiet!”


    Given her parents’ circumstances, she had always been sensitive to the word “death.” Coupled with


    Aldo’s recent severe illness, she was extremely anxious about her loved ones leaving her.


    And here he was, tossing that word around casually!


    Marco wanted to exin that he was serious. However, seeing Loraine’s anxious state, he rxed a


    little. At least, it was evident that


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    Yet the subtle shifts in their interaction went unnoticed by others.


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    The nurse, thinking they were on the brink of another argument, quickly suggested to Marco, “Mr.


    Bryant, you’ve been here all day. Miss Torres still has a while to go with her saline drip. Perhaps you


    should take a break?”


    She attempted to paint Marco in a pitiable light, hoping to stir sympathy within Loraine. However, Marco


    immediately refused, saying,


    “No need, I’m fine. I’ll just wait here.”


    The nurse sighed, and the girl in the neighboring bed suddenly interjected, “Miss, they’re having a


    disagreement. Let’s leave them to sort it out on their own.”


    Loraine’s eyes widened, and her ears reddened.


    Realizing she couldn’t remain and oversee this troubled couple’s reconciliation as she still had her


    rounds to attend to, the nurse reluctantly exited.


    Before leaving, she nced back at the pair several times from the doorway, her gaze lingering on


    Marco.