Chapter 6

Jamie reflexively rushed in front of me and tried to help me back to my feet. "Why didn't you dodge out of the way?" he scolded. "You'd better not think I'll feel any sympathy for you just because you're injured and look so pitiful!" He tried to wipe the blood from my forehead with his sleeve. But the blood just wouldn't stop flowing out, reminiscent of sand leaking from a sack that had a hole in it. I lifted my hands and shoved him away. Then, I pushed myself back up to my feet before heading outside. Jamie was visibly panicked as he yelled, "Where do you think you're going? Why are you still trying to act tough in these circumstances? You need to go to the hospital to get that wound bandaged!" He was about to rush to me and grab me when Daisy stopped him in his tracks. "Professor Frestin, my abdomen hurts so much…" Daisy cradled her abdomen and collapsed at Jamie's feet. "Can you take me to the hospital? I don't want anything to happen to our baby…" Jamie only hesitated for a split second before he swiftly scooped Daisy into his arms and rushed ahead of me. "Daisy's in a critical period of her pregnancy. I have to prioritize her first! Remember to go to the hospital to get that wound bandaged. Don't make me worry. I'll look for you after I'm done with Daisy!" It didn't take long before the pair disappeared from my line of sight. I pushed the baby stroller to the sidewalk and hailed a cab. "To the Central Science Academy, please," I said. The driver handed me a stack of tissues when he noticed the wound on my forehead. He scrutinized me through the rearview mirror. The driver asked, "Miss, shouldn't you be going to the hospital since you're injured? Why are you going to the science academy? Most people can't enter that area." I looked out the window. Hot wind blew past my face through the crack in the window. My voice was calm when I said, "I don't need a reason to go home." … When I arrived at the science academy, I took the elevator to the top floor after scanning my face through a series of checks. I knocked on the door located at the very end of the hallway before pushing it open and entering the office. "Mr. Holt, I'm back." Damien Holt, the middle-aged man sitting behind the desk, rose to his feet and approached me. He was about to place his hands on my shoulders when they froze in mid-air after he spotted the wound on my forehead. "Did he do this to you?" Damien asked. I didn't say anything, but my silence was more than enough as an answer. Damien sighed heavily. He turned around and retrieved an envelope from a drawer. "I've already handled all the procedures for the project you mentioned. Wanda will also arrange everything for you on the other side. The flight tickets are also ready. It's just that…" Damien glanced at Saoirse, who was sleeping soundly in the baby stroller. He leaned over and caressed her little face gently. "Are you stopping me from dealing with Jamie because you still have feelings for him?" he questioned. I pulled out the flight ticket from the envelope. In five hours, I would be leaving this country and starting a new life. "No. You misunderstand me, Mr. Holt. I'll use my own way to make sure he'll never be able to bounce back until the day he dies."