Justin stood still and dly epted Den’s words.


    He had heard the same thing so many times before he had gotten used to it.


    “Mr. Salvador, Be and my brother Den have not seen each other in a very long time.”


    Asher Thompson walked over to Justin and said calmly, “I think she wants to see him more than she


    wants to see you. Your presence here is not only disruptive to Be’s recovery, but it’s also intruding on


    our family time. Now that Be is with us, there is no reason for you to still be worried and to stay here


    any longer. So please, go back.”


    Asher’s gaze was cid, and his tone was serene. There was no fluctuation in his emotions.


    But Justin felt like every single one of Asher’s words was a sharp knife that stabbed his heart, draining


    his body dry of blood.


    Outside, the storm had ceased, and the sky slowly brightened to a mncholy blue.


    Justin held his soaked coat as he walked outside heavily.


    It felt as if the coat still held some of Be’s residual warmth, and he could not help but clutch it tighter


    even though he felt ice-cold.


    “Justin Salvador, my sister has given up and sacrificed much too much for you.”


    –“Don’t you know that Be once nearly died for you?! She went after you-”


    He thought, ‘Went after me? What happened when she went after me?


    Sacrificed? What had she sacrificed? What else had happened in the past?!’


    Den Brown’s words echoed in Justin’s head. The vein in his temple suddenly pulsed, and pain


    exploded throughout his body.


    “Justin!”


    “Mr. Salvador!”


    Justin struggled to look up asrge beads of sweat slid down his handsome face.


    He could barely make out Ryan Hoffman andn Harris, who had made their way there upon hearing


    the news, running toward him through his blurry vision.


    “Justin, why do you look so pale? Are you alright?”


    “I’m fine.” Justin looked down, gazing fixedly at the coat in his hand.


    “Then what about the young madam? Did you manage to find her? How is she now?!”n asked


    anxiously.


    Before Justin could reply, a tall figure shouldered past him hard, walking straight toward the hospital


    doors.


    “Hey! Are you blind, Lovett?!”n roared towards Steven’s back.


    The collision made Justin’s head spin. Despite his tall and sturdy figure, he was trembling and looked


    like he was about to fall apart at any moment now.


    Steven looked back to sneer at him. “Ha!”


    “F-Mr. Salvador is the person who saved your Ms. Thompson, you know! What sort of attitude is that?!”


    “It’s what he owes Ms. Be. With this, I’ll consider it even. And you think I’d thank him? In your


    dreams.


    Upon saying that, Steven clenched his jaw and walked away without looking back.


    Justin felt tightness and pain in his chest, and sweat beaded up on his forehead. His hands clenched


    so tightly that they turned red, and his fingers were about to break the skin of his palm, but he still felt


    no pain.


    Because a bone-deep pain was spreading up his spine and testing his willpower.


    “Justin, something’s wrong with you. We need to get you checked out at the hospital-Justin!”


    Before Ryan could finish speaking, Justin, finally no longer able to hold back, coughed up a mouthful of


    blood that surged up through his throat.


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    “Mr. Salvador!”n was about to burst into tears.


    Steven was stunned too. He had not expected the man who was still talking to him earlier,pletely


    fine, to suddenly spit up blood. In the next second, Justin swayed and copsed to the ground.