Sweet Jiang – No, it couldn’t be. I rushed back to find the attending physician and asked him to examine Knox once more. His answer hadn’t changed. “Ms. Angela, Mr. Knox still shows no signs of waking.” I let out a slow breath. I knew it. Knox wouldn’t lie to me. But the comments flickered back the very next moment. [For a second there, I thought she’d actually caught on. Good thing the doctor held his nerve.] [My heart nearly stopped! I was sure the male lead’s coma act was about to be blown.] [Relax~ Remember who Knox is—his family owns this place. This hospital’s been under their thumb for years.
No one would dare reveal he’s faking without his say-so. She’ll never figure it out.] A cold weight sank into my chest as I read. I glanced at the examining doctor. He avoided my eyes, offering comfort instead. “Ms. Angela, you’ve cared for your husband so diligently these past three years. Keep it up, and I’m sure he’ll wake up soon.” Soon? How soon? I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned to Knox and called his name.
Again and again, like I used to when we were first together. Tears came then. I told him everything—our memories, our promises—begging him to wake up, to look at me. He didn’t stir. I cried until I had no tears left. Slowly, the storm inside me subsided, leaving my thoughts clearer. I still didn’t understand those floating words, and their claims remained unproven.
I refused to believe that Knox—the man who had stood by me, whom I had stood by—could deceive me like this. The property was already sold. My flight was booked for this afternoon. I wiped my face, stood up, and began to pack.