Chapter 4
Jameson stayed behind, waiting until the candles had completely burned before turning to chase after her.
By the time Camille reached the stairs and turned to go down, Sylvia suddenly screamed and rolled down the stairs.
“Sylvia!”
Jameson dashed forward, not noticing he had bumped into Camille. He rushed over to the huddled-up Sylvia, his mind in turmoil and his heart burning with worry. “Are you okay? Did you break your bones? Let me take you to the hospital!”
He lifted Sylvia in his arms without sparing a glance at Camille as he rushed away.
Camille had been knocked to the ground by Jameson. Her right arm had slammed hard against the unyielding steps. A deep gash split open, so deep the bone was visible, and blood instantly poured out, staining the ground.
She inhaled sharply, shivering in pain.
Camille struggled to get up. She clenched her teeth as she walked toward the entrance of the cemetery.
Jameson’s car was already gone.
The cemetery staff saw Camille covered in blood and quickly called a cab for her, instructing the driver to take her to the hospital.
Camille gave a bitter smile.
Even strangers could show such care for her, yet Jameson…
While getting her wound cleaned and stitched in the hospital, Camille sweated in pain, but she did not utter a single word.
The doctor could not help but comment, “Aren’t you afraid of the pain? It’s rare to see a young lady so tough.”
Camille gazed out the window.
After her grandmother passed, she had once thought that Jameson would be her support. However, she had already driven him out of her life.
She was alone in this world. Who would she show her weakness to? She could only be strong.
As Camille was about to pay and leave, she ran into Jameson, who was carrying Sylvia with one arm around her.
He walked up to her with a stony face. “Camille, I already told you that Sylvia has cancer and doesn’t have much time left. Why did you still bump into her? Do you know this could’ve killed her?”
Camille looked at the man she had once thought she would spend her life with, feeling a deep sorrow in her heart. “I bumped into her? You believe everything she says, huh? What if I say I didn’t?”
Jameson’s eyes were filled with disappointment. “Camille! It was my decision to give the stone-carved house to her. If you’re mad, take it out on me. Why lash out at a sick person? Where’s your kindness? Your compassion?”
He had already passed judgment, unwilling to accept any explanation from Camille.
Camille felt utterly heartbroken. She turned her head and said in a calm voice, “People who fake being sick to play the moral victim don’t deserve an ounce of my compassion.”
Sylvia sobbed, burying her face in Jameson’s chest.
Jameson furrowed his brows as he looked at Camille. “Sylvia isn’t faking!”
Camille no longer wanted to make him believe her. She replied calmly, “If you say she’s not, then she’s not.”
“You…”
Before Jameson could continue, a voice suddenly rang out from the side.
“Camille?”
Camille turned around to see Ryan standing among a few doctors in white coats.
A smile appeared on her face. “Professor Zach, what are you doing here?”
Ryan walked over. “There’s a patient with a rare disease who was just admitted today. I’ve been invited to consult. Camille, how come you’re here? Didn’t you already quit—”
Camille quickly interrupted, “I accidentally hurt my hand. I’m just here to get it treated.”
Jameson also walked over, respectfully greeting Ryan, “Mr. Zach.”
He suddenly pulled Sylvia away from his arms. There was a hint of urgency in his voice as he said, “The doctor says she only has a month left. Mr. Zach, your medical skills are world-renowned. Can you help her?”
Under normal circumstances, almost no one was worthy enough to have Ryan treat them.
The people standing beside him frowned, about to stop him, but Ryan raised his hand slightly.
Then, he looked at his young apprentice, Camille, before observing Sylvia’s face for a moment. He pressed a few points on her body and finally examined the test reports.
After a moment, he frowned. “This is ridiculous. Who made the diagnosis that this woman only has a month to live? She’s not sick. You should get a few more opinions from other hospitals.”
Sylvia groaned in pain and spat out blood.
Without thinking, Jameson said, “Mr. Zach, even if Camille is your apprentice, you can’t lie for her sake, right?”
The tiny hope that had just risen in Camille’s heart was extinguished completely.
She strode forward, her eyes locked on Jameson with a fierce glare. “Jameson! How dare you doubt my professor’s medical ethics?”
Jameson hesitated for a moment but immediately responded, “That’s not what I meant. What I meant is that maybe another check-up would be more accurate…”
Camille no longer wanted to see him. She turned around to Ryan and begged, “Professor Zach, shall we leave?”
Ryan nodded solemnly.
The others immediately followed him, and soon, they all entered the elevator together.
Jameson reached out but could not grab Camille. He turned around to check on Sylvia, then immediately scooped her up and rushed toward the ward.
Ryan looked at his apprentice and sighed. “I see now why you wish to break up.”
Camille remained silent.
He patted her shoulder. “Everything will pass.”
Camille nodded.
Indeed.
That night, when she heard Jameson walk away and watched the video that was sent, she thought her heart would shatter beyond repair.
However, despite the sorrow and pain, she survived.
After enduring enough pain, she got used to it.
