Chapter 674 A Debating Expert


    On the other hand, Simone understood that Yelena would inevitablye to learn about the situation,


    and with a heavy heart, she reluctantly decided to let Yelena inside.


    Afterward, Yelena changed into sterile clothing before cautiously opening the door and entering the


    room. When sheid her eyes upon the sight of the frail and weak Hank lying in the hospital bed, tears


    welled up in her eyes. "Hank, I''vee to see you."


    However, the moment he saw her, a sudden spike in his heart rate caused the monitor next to him to


    register rapid fluctuations.


    She noticed this phenomenon and interpreted it as a clear indication that he did not wish to see her, so


    she lowered her head. "I''m sorry. I understand you may not want to see me right now, but I still need to


    be here to see you and try to understand your condition."


    Meanwhile, Hank had not yet reached the stage where he required an oxygen tank, but his voice


    remained weak and strained. "What are you doing here? Didn''t I make it clear that we''ve already


    broken up? Please, don''te to see me anymore."


    Even though Yelena understood that his condition was taking a toll on him, his words stirred a sense of


    grievance within her. "I understand what you said, but I still want to ensure you''re okay."


    "Yelena, I''m warning you. We''ve broken up."


    "Of course, I''m well aware that we''ve broken up. Can''t we at least remain friends after breaking up?"


    Yelena retorted stubbornly, her determination unwavering. "Mrs. Damazio is also a good friend of mine.


    Can''t you interpret my presence here as a visit to see her?"


    "Then, go and see my mom instead. Why did youe in here?"


    Yelena huffed in response, her tone defiant. "She and I have be like sworn sisters. I came in to


    see how my godson is doing."


    After hearing this, Hank''s breath caught in his throat, almost causing him to choke. Godson? She dares


    to say that! "No matter what your intentions were foring in, I want to rify that I do not want to


    see you here. Your presence will only affect my mood negatively. Please leave immediately."


    Nevertheless, as Yelena looked at the man''s cold and distant expression, a sense of nervousness


    washed over her, intensifying in response to his harsh words. "I already know the truth. You


    intentionally ended our rtionship because of your condition, right?"


    Hank''s sneering conveyed a cold and dismissive tone. "What do you mean by intentionally breaking up


    with you because of my condition? I broke up with you because I no longer have feelings for you. Do


    you understand?"


    "Hank, do you realize how hurtful your words are? Do you understand that I genuinely care and worry


    about you?"


    "I don''t need you to worry about me." Hank, intimately familiar with Yelena''s sensitive and


    compassionate nature, deliberately chose to use harsh words to hurt her.


    However, she also knew he deeply understood her character and emotions. Now, she couldn''t help but


    feel a sobering sadness settle within her. Deep down, she understood that he intentionally uttered


    those hurtful words to drive her away. She recognized his desire for her to let go of any lingering


    feelings and to find happiness even after his inevitable passing. Despite the pain and sorrow, she saw


    through theyers of his actions and words, understanding theplexities behind his choices. This


    newfound understanding brought a mix of emotions, from heartache to admiration, as she grappled


    with the depth of their connection and the sacrifices he was making for her well-being.


    Hence, Yelena sat beside the hospital bed and said, "Well... I''m sorry, but I won''t leave today since


    you''re lying in bed and can''t do anything to me."


    "You!" Hank''s anger intensified, causing him to be so enraged that he had trouble catching his


    breath. Given his alreadypromised health, the increased agitation exacerbated his breathing


    problems.


    She could not help but be concerned about her actions on his fragile health. Then, she cast a worried


    nce at hisplexion and noted that he had not yet reached a critical stage, which provided her


    with a sliver of sce.


    "What? You said such hurtful things to provoke me. Can''t I defy your wishes a little bit?" Does he think I


    am someone who can be easily bullied? At this, a sense of equilibrium gradually settled into Yelena''s


    heart. While observing Hank''s inability to respond to her words or actions, she couldn''t help but feel a


    peculiar sense of calm and serenity. At this instant, an inexplicable satisfaction enveloped her when


    she witnessed his frustration in being unable to challenge or counter her. After that, she hummed a


    tune as she picked up an orange from a nearby table, peeled it, and savored its vor.


    "Do you think you own this ce?"


    After hearing those words, a gentle smile graced Yelena''s lips, and she responded, "Yes. I shall not


    only embrace this ce as my own, but I shall also extend my utmost care to you, my critically ill


    husband." With a tender gesture, she lifted a segmented piece of orange, bringing it closer to his lips.


    "Here. Would you like a bite?"


    As Hank''s rage mounted, a searing intensity welled inside him, pulsing through his veins and making


    his headache with a nearly intolerable weight. He struggled to raise his hand and gently massaged his


    temples, seeking a brief respite from the raging emotions. With his voiceced with icy coldness, he


    warned her, "I understand your intent, but please refrain from ying with me now. If you have nothing


    important to do, I advise you to leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, you won''t receive a pleasant


    response from me."


    "Oh. I won''t leave. Why don''t you call the police?" After saying that, she rose to her feet and continued,


    "I''m feeling a bit hungry. I''m going to get some food. I haven''t eaten much, as my worries have


    consumed my appetite." She muttered to herself, then turned her head and asked, "Could you help me


    think of something to eat?"


    "This is none of my business."


    Despite the sadness that washed over her upon hearing Hank''s dismissive attitude, Yelena maintained


    a nonchnt expression. "Fine. I noticed a Mexican restaurant in the vicinity while looking around."


    She spoke deliberately to test his reaction.


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    As she observed him lying on the bed, she noticed his eyelids fluttering open ever so slightly. Though


    his voice was faint, she strained to catch his words.


    "Aren''t you unable to eat spicy food?"


    A small thrill coursed through her heart as Yelena absorbed Hank''s consideration and the warmth


    underlying his words. "Don''t you dislike me? Why should you care what I eat? We have nothing to do


    with each other anymore." She deliberately irritated him, and as she watched his face be slightly


    displeased, she felt satisfied. Despite her attempt at testing the waters might not have been the most


    subtle or clever, she could not help but detect a flicker of lingering emotions within him.


    "Of course, it has nothing to do with me. However, someone''s face breaks out in e after eating spicy


    food. If you don''t mind, you can go ahead and eat." Despite his calm voice, the words flowing from his


    lips were enough to infuriate anyone.


    On the other hand, Yelena knew the consequences of spicy food on her skin. Each time she consumed


    chili or fiery ingredients, her face would break out in pimples, a frustrating urrence that took time to


    resolve. Given the nature of her work and the importance of maintaining her appearance, her manager


    had taken steps to ensure that she refrained from consuming spicy food.


    With a hint of grumpiness, she acknowledged the restriction ced upon her. "Got it. No spicy food, but


    I can''t ignore my hunger. I''m famished." With those words hanging in the air, she shifted her gaze


    toward Hank, lying on the bed. His closed eyes, evading any acknowledgment of her presence, led her


    to purse her lips in disappointment. Then, she chose not to disturb him, so she turned on her heels and


    silently walked out.


    Unbeknownst to Yelena, as she stepped out of the room, the man lying on the bed couldn''t help but let


    a subtle, fleeting smile curl at the corners of his lips.


    ...


    Coincidentally, those men didn''t show up to cause trouble at the Azure Corporation''s doorstep after


    Slevin''s threat. Nevertheless, Elspeth''s thoughts were far removed from those men, for her singr


    focus rested on the precious life growing within her womb. Her unwavering determinationpelled


    her to take every precaution necessary to ensure the baby''s safe arrival.


    However, the path ahead unfolded with unexpectedplexities, defying the simplicity she had


    yearned for.