Thea was wheeled back into the operating theatre to get her wounds closed back up.

James waited in the corridor outside the theatre on a bench.

His arms were propped on his knees, and his hands covered his face.

He felt immense guilt toward Quincy.

He walked aside, took out his phone, and texted her.

[Have you left?]

Quincy had already left the hospital and was sitting in her car absent-mindedly.

Suddenly, she heard the chime of a text notification from her phone.

She picked it up and saw James’ message. Her beautiful face was contorted in an expression of grief. Quincy knew that James still had feelings for Thea, and was unable to forget her despite the divorce.

Still, she wanted to shoot her shot. It was better than regretting having not done anything.

In the end, she still walked away with a broken heart.

‘Everything was my fault,’ lamented Quincy.

She wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and replied to the text.

[Yeah, I left. I’m on the way home.]

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