chapter 1708


    Dior returned to the room alone and sat on the bed, staring at the empty bed opposite hers. She had


    shbacks of the past two days spent with Harry, and her tears unceasingly dripped.


    The more Dior thought about it, the harder it was for her to breathe.


    It was too short.


    She had only spent two days with Harry, yet their romance ended just as it started.


    From the beginning, Harry had only wanted to use her.


    She refused to believe it. She did not want to believe it.


    Despite her denial, Harry had actually pushed her away. Every action of his, the way he carried Sonia


    and all, reyed in Dior''s mind.


    Based on everything he had done, she had to believe that this was reality.


    Her romance with Harry had truly ended.


    His love came and went, just like the wind.


    Was that it between her and Harry?


    However much Dior tried to think of it, she was unwilling to admit it.


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    The b*tch was obviously lying to Harry. Why did he not run a background check before forgiving her?


    He had always been rational. Why was he unable to tell real from fake?


    Had he forgotten how the b*tch hurt him?


    Sonia was all smiles and superficial when she was with that boyfriend of hers!


    How did she manage to spin this tale into her being so-called ''forced''?


    Dior, on the other hand, treated Harry with nothing but sincerity. She had given him so much...only for


    him to manipte her.


    Dior clenched her fists and looked at the empty room. She felt as if her heart had been ripped out of


    her, and the pain just could not be put to words.


    She pursed her lips.


    After a moment, she had decided to find Harry.


    Even though he did not care about her, she must not allow him to be yed by that woman so foolishly.


    He could be with anyone but that woman.


    Dior got out of bed, although struggling to do so. She tried tiptoeing before a sharp pain shot through


    her ankle and throughout her entire body.


    Biting her lip, she steeled herself from the pain as she walked to get Harry’s walker and used all of her


    strength to slowly walk out of the house.


    By the time she got to the end of the vige, she was numbed by pain. Her delicate and fair face was


    riddled with sweat.


    Still, she had to find Harry. She must!


    Resolute, she got into the car in pain and moved her foot on the pedal. She drove to leave.


    Meanwhile...


    Harry was in a car as he rushed toward the hospital in town. Stomping on the gas pedal, the car shot


    out swiftly like the wind.


    Sonia waspletely drenched. She sat at the backseat, her face snow- like pale. Her breathing was


    weak and short. It was as if she would stop breathing any second.


    "Don''t sleep, Sonia. We''re almost there!"


    Harry frowned and looked at her, reassuring her.


    Sonia, in a feebly weak state, said listlessly, her volume akin to a mosquito buzzing, "Harry, if I die, you


    must live on...don’t feel guilty. I only want you to remember. I, Sonia, will only love you until myst


    breath..."


    "You’re not dying! You’re not dying without my permission!" barked Harry, his tone forceful and


    arrogant.


    Despite that, it was filled with concern and yearn.


    He arrived at the hospital speedily. He parked the car and quickly lifted Sonia into his arms.


    Ignoring his wounded leg that haunted him, he solely focused on Sonia as he ran into the hospital,


    crying out furiously, urgently, "Doctor! Doctor!"


    The doctors on duty were startled by such an urgent-sounding voice.


    They quickly went to check, only to be met with two adults-a man and a woman-drenched from head to


    toe, with the man shouting, "Hurry! Bring her to the E.R!"