Love Rekindled After It Was Too Late

Lennon didn't spare Mabel a single glance.

"Lennon, what if Mabel gets hurt?" Jessie asked softly, her voice full of concern. "She's kind of pitiful too."

Two seconds later, Mabel heard Lennon answer, his voice flat and emotionless, "She grew up like that. This is nothing for her. You're different. You're a rich heiress. Those rough people shouldn't even touch you."

He pulled Jessie closer into his arms, making sure the crowd couldn't get near her. "As Mrs. Shepard, this is something she should endure."

His voice faded along with his departing figure.

Mabel lay on the ground like a criminal, getting cursed and beaten by the crowd. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes. "Hahaha! This is what I should endure? Lennon, you really never disappoint."

She had never been good at cooking. Once, when Lennon had gastric pain, she cooked for him and accidentally nicked her finger.

Lennon grabbed her hand in panic, looking as if he might call a doctor immediately.

She laughed at him then, saying she was a doctor herself and that it was just a tiny cut.

Lennon replied, "Mabel, you're the person I love the most. Forget a cut—I worry even when you clip your nails."

The man who once claimed she was the one he loved the most had now pushed her into the storm himself.

She laughed and cried at the same time, looking almost unhinged.

Seeing her like that, the patient's family members were afraid something might happen, so they left while muttering curses.

Just after they were gone, security arrived. Mabel refused their help and dragged her injured body to the inpatient ward to see Gisselle.

She needed to pack everything and complete the discharge paperwork.

Once everything was ready, Mabel sent Alex a message.

She leaned down and kissed Gisselle's forehead gently. "Mom, wait for me. I'll meet you in Mythara soon."

"What are you going to Mythara for?" Lennon's voice rang out behind her like a nightmare, making her freeze.

Mabel stood up calmly. "A friend's getting married and invited me to the wedding."

Lennon looked at her suspiciously. She simply held out her phone for him to see.

Luckily, she had already prepared a set of fake chat messages.

After reading them, Lennon snorted and tossed the phone onto the bed.

If Mabel hadn't caught it in time, it would have landed right on Gisselle's stomach.

The movement pulled at the wound on her arm, making her suck in a sharp breath from the pain.

Lennon acted like he didn't notice. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the door. "Come with me to Jessie's office."

"I'm not going," Mabel said. "Lennon, let go of me. You wanted me to sign the agreement, and I did it. What more do you want?"

Lennon replied, "Jessie needs to publish a paper. Give her yours."

Mabel had become a surgeon through years of hard work, publishing paper after paper from her own research and experiments. Why should she hand it over?

She lowered her head and bit down hard on Lennon's arm. "I'm not going."

She had barely taken a step away before he grabbed the back of her neck.

He looked at her with a cold smile. "Mabel, when will you learn to listen? Jessie couldn't become my wife because of you. This is the least you can do to make it up to her."