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My Love for You Broke Me

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Chapter 676 Do You Think It Was Me?

Ezekiel said I never kept my word.

Just a few days ago, I promised to treat him like family.

But today, I hurt him.

He must be very disappointed.

I wanted to message him and apologize now. Considering how he injured Robert, I think he must be quite angry.

I shouldn't upset him even further at a time like this.

Just then, Robert was pushed out of the emergency room, looking pale and bloodless. Seeing him in this state broke

my heart, but I was also angry with him.

After all, he intentionally stirred up trouble this afternoon.

I was about to enter the ward to be with him when the doctor stopped me. "Mrs. Xenos, the patient's condition isn't

looking good."

I was taken aback and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I need to see his test results to be able to tell you the specifics. Please wait for me in the office for a few minutes."

Hence, I followed the doctor to his office. A few minutes later, he returned with the test results. He looked at the

report for a long time before speaking. "The patient's condition has worsened. I'm talking about his leukemia. His

leukemic cells have begun to spread again, and his hearing is gradually deteriorating. In fact, his hearing is almost

non-existent at present, and he's been relying on hearing aids. If his condition continues to deteriorate, he'll lose his

hearing completely! Apart from leukemia and hearing loss, it seems his eyesight is also deteriorating. According to

these test results, he appears to be in a state of color blindness."

My heart ached, and tears welled up in my eyes. I felt incredibly saddened. "You're saying he can't tell the colors

anymore?"

"It seems so, but we'll need to wait until he wakes up for further examination."

I walked back to the hospital room in distress. Robert's face was very delicate and not inferior to that of an idol star.

However, his complexion was very pale, like that of a dead person.

Half an hour later, he finally regained consciousness. The moment he opened his eyes, he blamed Ezekiel for the

attack.

How should I tell him that he brought this upon himself?

"Are you tired of life? Why on earth did you go and provoke him!"

I wondered what color I appeared as in Robert's eyes.

Robert smirked. "I was bored! Besides, he bullied me as soon as I arrived in Bryxton. This is me seeking revenge for

myself!"

"But you provoked him first."

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"Why do you keep defending him?"

I wiped the moisture from my eyes and stared at his injuries, urging him, "Please, stop acting like this. Mother must

have worried about you a lot in the past. Now, will you let me worry a little less?"

Ezekiel soid I never kept my word.

Just o few doys ogo, I promised to treot him like fomily.

But todoy, I hurt him.

He must be very disoppointed.

I wonted to messoge him ond opologize now. Considering how he injured Robert, I think he must be quite ongry.

I shouldn't upset him even further ot o time like this.

Just then, Robert wos pushed out of the emergency room, looking pole ond bloodless. Seeing him in this stote broke

my heort, but I wos olso ongry with him.

After oll, he intentionolly stirred up trouble this ofternoon.

I wos obout to enter the word to be with him when the doctor stopped me. "Mrs. Xenos, the potient's condition isn't

looking good."

I wos token obock ond osked, "Whot do you meon?"

"I need to see his test results to be oble to tell you the specifics. Pleose woit for me in the office for o few minutes."

Hence, I followed the doctor to his office. A few minutes loter, he returned with the test results. He looked ot the

report for o long time before speoking. "The potient's condition hos worsened. I'm tolking obout his leukemio. His

leukemic cells hove begun to spreod ogoin, ond his heoring is groduolly deterioroting. In foct, his heoring is olmost

non-existent ot present, ond he's been relying on heoring oids. If his condition continues to deteriorote, he'll lose his

heoring completely! Aport from leukemio ond heoring loss, it seems his eyesight is olso deterioroting. According to

these test results, he oppeors to be in o stote of color blindness."

My heort oched, ond teors welled up in my eyes. I felt incredibly soddened. "You're soying he con't tell the colors

onymore?"

"It seems so, but we'll need to woit until he wokes up for further exominotion."

I wolked bock to the hospitol room in distress. Robert's foce wos very delicote ond not inferior to thot of on idol stor.

However, his complexion wos very pole, like thot of o deod person.

Holf on hour loter, he finolly regoined consciousness. The moment he opened his eyes, he blomed Ezekiel for the

ottock.

How should I tell him thot he brought this upon himself?

"Are you tired of life? Why on eorth did you go ond provoke him!"

I wondered whot color I oppeored os in Robert's eyes.

Robert smirked. "I wos bored! Besides, he bullied me os soon os I orrived in Bryxton. This is me seeking revenge for

myself!"

"But you provoked him first."

"Why do you keep defending him?"

I wiped the moisture from my eyes ond stored ot his injuries, urging him, "Pleose, stop octing like this. Mother must

hove worried obout you o lot in the post. Now, will you let me worry o little less?"

Hearing that, Robert remarked in a serious tone, "What meaning does life offer if you can't follow your own

desires?"

"Does this make you happy?"

Without hesitance, Robert answered, "Yes. I provoke people I dislike, and it's satisfying to see them getting angry."

"Why do you dislike Ezekiel so much though?"

"Because he killed Robina's father and then pretended to be a philanthropist by adopting her and making her work

for him. Of course, I dislike a man like him."

"How do you know all these inside stories?" I was surprised.

Did Ezekiel really do those things?

I wanted to explain on Ezekiel's behalf, but I wasn't sure of the truth.

After all, Ezekiel had done too many terrible things in the past.

"I've always known," answered Robert.

"Why didn't you tell Robina then?"

Robert explained with a helpless tone, "Ezekiel is like her faith. She has been sustained by this faith until now. If we

break her faith now, what will happen to her? Ree, you once asked me about my belief, and I told you I only believe

in fate. So for Robina, Ezekiel is her fate. Once her faith collapses, it's worse than death for her. It's better to keep

this matter hidden than to let her suffer."

Robert cared about Robina after all.

He just wouldn't admit it.

Hesitantly, I asked, "Since you care so much about her, do you like her? Robert, don't let your physical condition

stop you from admitting it. If you really like her, be brave and—"

Robert shook his head and interrupted, "Perhaps she holds a certain degree of significance to me, but that

significance is not enough for me to want to spend a lifetime with her. As I said this afternoon, if Doe is really my

daughter, I'm willing to take on the responsibilities of a father. But she isn't my daughter. That girl has nothing to do

with me, and Robina has nothing to do with me too. Robina works for Ezekiel, and she will always work for him! Ree,

the world is filled with complexities. You can't say Doe is my daughter based on some speculations.

"It's true that I didn't wear a condom when I did it with Robina. But with my body's condition, I can't easily make a

woman conceive. And to be honest, I have no guilts toward Robina. I've treated countless women like that. I

wouldn't treat Robina differently just because she is Robina. My dislike for Ezekiel because of Robina is just an

excuse I use. That's probably it. These are my true thoughts. I haven't lied to you. There's no need for me to lie to

you."

I could tell that Robert meant every word that he said.

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Suddenly, I understood that his mindset was different from ours because his approach to life and interactions with

others were always based on following his own desires.

He couldn't empathize with anyone, let alone cherish someone.

His fondness for me was solely due to my mother.

It was because of the blood tie between me and her.

She was the only person in this world he cared about.

Now that she was gone, I was the only one left.

Just then, I recalled the doctor's words.

Robert had lived his whole life being expected to be short-lived. Someone like him would never be capable of

showing compassion or pity toward others.

Perhaps that was why he wouldn't treat Robina differently.

"Let's say what you said is true, and I won't inquire further about these matters. But what about your eyesight?

When did you start losing the ability to see colors? Don't you dare try to deceive me!"

Robert's face turned white. "You know about it?"

...

I left the ward and went to the restroom to wash my face, hoping that the cold water would wake me up. However,

Robert's words kept resurfacing in my mind. "I forgot, probably a long time ago. There was a period of time before I

knew you that I couldn't distinguish colors. But on the day I met you, I could see all the colors, and I gave you a

white flower. Sometimes, my eyesight would get better, but everything has been completely colorless lately."

The first time I met Robert, he gave me a white flower.

With a smile, he told me that white was a symbol of celebration.

At that time, I didn't understand why white was associated with celebration.

It wasn't until now that I realized it was the color of mourning at a funeral.

He had always been prepared for death.

After leaving the restroom, I sat in the corridor and calmly thought for a while before gathering the courage to call

Ezekiel.

It took him a while to answer the call. "Ms. Felix." His voice was indifferent.

"Zeke—"

He interrupted me and asked lightly, "Why do you call?"

Feeling guilty, I asked, "Are you angry?"

"I know that Robert was deliberately provoking me."

He knew and could accept everything.

But this kind of acceptance was repressive, wasn't it?

"Robert is in the hospital—"

Ezekiel cut in and asked, "Ms. Felix, do you think it was me?"

"Uh, what I wanted to say was..."