Chapter 1700: Chapter 1800

Flustered, I couldn’t help but swallow hard.

I was afraid that I’d lose Debra forever.

I quickly squatted down to inspect Caleb’s wound, hoping that it could be quickly cured.

However, the moment my hand made contact with his shoulder, he seized it and pressed it down.

For a moment, I was stunned, then I saw that he had a sarcastic smile at the corners of his mouth.

As if he had been going through my mind, Caleb muttered with a smile, “Of course, you are right.

I let you hit me on purpose!”

I couldn’t believe my ears.

I was completely frozen until Debra pushed me away.

Panicking, I subconsciously scrambled to my feet and began to explain myself, saying, “Debra, this isn’t what it looks like.

I didn’t mean to hit him.

He’s the one who made me do it.

He did this simply because he wants you to feel sorry for him.

”

I had begun to tremble at this point, but Debra didn’t even bother to spare me a glance.

Debra’s POV:

When Caleb fell to the ground, I was hit hard with grief and regret.

In that instant, it was like he was my whole world.

It became clear to me that I loved him and only him.

I needed to keep my temper in check and cherish every moment we had together, no matter our troubles.

So, I shoved aside the bodyguards and bolted to Caleb’s side, not giving a damn about anything else.

When I saw him lying there, his clean white shirt now stained with bright red blood, I wished it was

me hurting instead, or that I could take all his pain away.

Andrew kept talking, but I couldn’t hear a word.

All I could see was Caleb.

I held him close, and when I saw his pale face, tears streamed down my cheeks.

I was crying so hard that I couldn’t speak.

But even in that moment, Caleb was concerned about me.

He struggled to lift his hand to wipe away my tears, but he was too weak.

His arm barely rose before it fell back down, never reaching my face.

My heart hurt even more seeing him like that.

I tried to hold back my tears and keep it together.

Through my sobs, I asked, “Does it hurt? Don’t worry, I’ll get you to the hospital right away.

Nothing is going to happen to you.

”

Caleb was so weak he could only hold my hand.

He managed to whisper, “I’m fine.

”

But as soon as he said it, he coughed and spit up a mouthful of blood.

I was trembling with fear, scared that Caleb might leave me.

I kept repeating, “Caleb, don’t leave me.

Please, don’t leave me.

”

If Caleb died, what would be the point of me living?

Someone called an ambulance, and the doctors and nurses took Caleb away.

He held my hand so tightly that I ended up in the ambulance with him, still in a daze.