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But now, I had to admit, his decision was the smart one.
Ethan stood there, watching the man’s back, stunned.
When he turned back around, his fists were clenched, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Seeing him like that was honestly kind of satisfying.
If I didn’t have any self–control, I would’ve gladly torn him apart right there.
He blinked, his eyes brimming with tears, and tried begging again, “Miss, you’re the only one who can save me now… please, have mercy.”
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“Look at my leg…” He wiped the blood off it with his hand. “I still have deliveries to make.”
“I don’t want to lose my leg. Please, Miss, I beg you, like a saint.”
I didn’t say a word. Instead, I quickly ran about ten feet away.
Just then, his coworker arrived with the money.
“Ethan, hurry up and get registered.”
Ethan gave me one last cold look before he finally stood up and headed off with his coworke to register.
I rushed back home, grabbed my suitcase, and started packing.
Since Ethan had somehow found my address last time, it was no longer safe.
While making arrangements for a new place to stay, I packed up everything. Before I knew it, it was almost evening.
Just then, I heard a familiar, angry voice from outside.
“Lena, what the hell did you do? Just stood there and watched him suffer?”
My boyfriend, Ryan Blake, opened the door with a phone in his hand, shoving a live stream right in my face.
I looked at the screen, and sure enough, it was Ethan.
He was holding up my picture, which someone must have snapped in the hospital hallway. He pointed at me, tears streaming down his face, accusing, “It’s all because of this cold–hearted woman. I begged her for help with the registration fee, but she didn’t give a damn whether I lived or died.
She looked down on people like us, afraid I’d become a burden. I begged her, but she didn’t even flinch.
If she had just lent me the money, I would’ve kept my legs.”
“Guys, I’m really out of options here.” He wiped his tears, choking up as he put on a pitiful expression.
“How am I supposed to live as a delivery guy without my legs?”
Ryan glanced at my packed suitcase, then scoffed, “So you knew you’d get flamed onlin D
huh? That’s why you’re packing up? I never realized you were this kind of person.
Look at him, so pitiful. You couldn’t spare a few bucks for him? He lost his legs, for crying out
loud!”
