Chapter 395

Upon seeing the blood seeping from Thalassa’s forehead and her pale face, Leopold felt his breath hitched with worry.

Isabella watched as Leopold climbed into the ambulance with Thalassa, not even sparing a glance in her direction.

His indifference and rejection were starkly evident, impossible to hide.

A melancholy washed over her. She wasn’t sure if it was due to her heart growing cold, or because she was soaked to the bone, chilled to her very marrow.

The concern from the firefighters and the police officers did nothing to warm her heart.

Ever since she laid eyes on Leopold five years ago, her heart had been completely captivated by him, unable to forget him.

Over the years, even though she was with Clark, her mind constantly wandered back to Leopold.

She was so dedicated to him, yet he wished for nothing more than her demise.

Despair, anger, pain, and resentment chilled her more thoroughly than her drenched clothing ever could.

Soon after, the ambulance arrived at the hospital. Nurses rushed Thalassa into the emergency room.

Leopold hobbled after them, stopping only when the doors of the emergency room closed, blocking his view.

His eyes were red-rimmed, his palms clenched, and his heart suspended in an anxious wait outside the door.

A nurse approached him and said, “Sir, you’re injured as well. You should have your wounds treated.”

Leopold’s face was scraped raw from the concrete, blood seeping from the abrasions. His gait was irregular, suggesting some kind of leg injury.

In response to the nurse’s concern, Leopold was absent-minded. His attention was fully focused on the emergency room doors, and the sign that read “Emergency”. “I’m fine,” Leopold said, his bloodshot eyes never leaving the door.

The nurse tried to persuade him, “It will take some time for her to be stabilized. You can have your wounds dressed and then wait. Your injuries will heal faster than hers.”

Her words brought Leopold back to the reality of Thalassa’s critical condition. His heart sank further, and worry etched into his features.

“I said that I’m fine!” he responded, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice.

Seeing his determination, the nurse didn’t press further and left to attend to her other duties.

Leopold’s breaths were heavy, his hands clenched, his gaze fixed on the “Emergency” sign.

As time ticked by, the sign remained lit.

The short span of time felt as long as centuries.

Leopold’s initial worry turned into torment, pain, guilt, and anxiety.

His eyes glistened with unshed tears.

His heart trembled with worry.

As various dark thoughts surfaced, the pain in his heart only grew.

Just as he was lost in his thoughts, the door to the emergency room opened.

He rushed forward, asking anxiously, “Doctor, how is she?”

The doctor’s face was concealed behind a mask. He looked at Leopold and asked, “Who are you to the patient?”

Leopold faltered slightly, his heart aching more, his breath shaky, “I’m her friend.”

“The patient has a minor concussion from a head injury. She needs to rest and recover, avoid any stimulation or excitement, and absolutely no vigorous activities,” the doctor explained.

Hearing that it was a minor concussion and not life-threatening, Leopold’s heart finally came down from his throat.

“Thank you, doctor. I understand.” Leopold expressed his gratitude.

His shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to his back. Now that he finally relaxed, he felt a chill when the wind blew.