Chapter: 882

Rachel tugged her hand and answered, "Mr. Sullivan, you must have mistaken me for someone else. I'm not your employee. So I don't need to tell you where I'm going. I don't need your permission."

After saying that, she turned away and walked inside.

Victor stood rooted to the spot. He clenched his hand as if he was still trying to grab her wrist. Unfortunately, there was nothing but just cool air.

Four years ago, he had failed to catch her. And four years later, he was still unsuccessful.

“You promised to wait for him." Seeing that Rachel was about to step out of the ward, Victor grasped at straws and used Joey as an excuse to make her stay.

Victor couldn't think of any other reason.

Now Rachel didn't need him, and she even hated him. So she could leave and go anywhere without his permission.

“I'm going to the washroom." Rachel turned and calmly looked at

Victor.

Victor's tense shoulders relaxed a bit. But suddenly, he felt shooting pain from the wound that had not yet healed. His body started to tremble.

He lost his balance and staggered back. His back hit the door frame hard.

Rachel witnessed the entire scene.

Before she could process it, she had already rushed toward Victor. By the time she realized what was happening, she had already grabbed his arm.

Once Victor caught his balance, he could clearly feel Rachel's warm palm through his hospital gown.

He carefully leaned against the door frame to ease his pain. He looked at Rachel and saw that her eyebrows were furrowed. For a moment, he thought that Rachel was worried about him.

"Rachel..." Victor called out. He couldn't help but raise his hand to smooth Rachel's frown.

Rachel noticed what he was about to do and jerked. She stopped holding him and took a couple of steps back.

Victor's hand froze in mid-air. Finally, he slowly put his hand down and straightened.

“I'm okay. You can go to the washroom." Victor smiled as he bore the pain. He walked slowly to the sofa and sat down. Only he knew that there was something wrong with him.

He was in pain.

It wasn't the wound but his heart. For the past four years, he felt the pain every night. During the daytime, he used work to dull the pain and force his heart to heal. Time and again, Victor felt tortured over the past four years. When he saw Rachel again, the wound in his heart that had been somewhat healed, opened up again.

This time the pain made it difficult for him to breathe.

Rachel noticed the sweat on Victor's forehead and realized that he wasn't fine.

She knew something about his injury. Victor shouldn't get out of bed in three months. However, it wasn't the first time that he had disobeyed the doctor's orders and gotten out of bed to walk, which only aggravated his injury.

If he continued to do that, it would prove fatal.