Chapter 3

Jennifer POV

The engine roared.

Kevin watched Sarah get into Anthony's car, rage consuming him. He floored the accelerator.

He repeatedly and dangerously cut off their car, reckless, as if playing a game of chicken on the highway.

I had just recovered from my allergy-induced vomiting and was thrown around, dizzy and nauseous. My face grew even paler.

The chase led to the marina, where both groups boarded speedboats.

On the sea, the pursuit continued.

Kevin, like a madman, clung to Anthony's boat.

"Boom!"

A deafening crash as the two speedboats collided violently.

The immense impact threw me forward. Without thinking, I lunged, shielding Kevin with my body.

Excruciating pain shot through me, yet I remained conscious.

The boat was sinking.

Fighting through the pain, I fumbled to smash the cabin window. Seawater immediately flooded in.

I swam out of the cabin, firing a distress signal, and then, with all my might, dragged the unconscious Kevin onto a life raft.

As soon as Kevin regained consciousness, he shoved me away, swimming frantically toward the other sunken boat, screaming, "Sarah! Sarah!"

He saw Anthony alone, scrambling onto a life preserver, fleeing without a backward glance.

"Anthony! Where's Sarah?" Kevin roared.

Anthony's face was ashen. He selfishly defended himself, "I'm the sole heir to my family; I can't die!"

Kevin ignored him, diving into the water.

He pulled Sarah, who was unconscious from the collision, out of the sinking cabin.

Just as they surfaced, the speedboat behind them, due to fuel leakage, exploded and caught fire, flames reaching toward the sky.

In the hospital corridor, Kevin anxiously stayed by Sarah's side the entire time, ignoring me, despite my serious injuries and soaked clothes.

I was a ghost. Medical staff wheeled me past him, but he didn't even lift an eyelid.

Outside the emergency room, the doctor emerged, his expression grave.

"Miss Sarah has internal organ damage, severe hemorrhage, and she has rare RH-negative blood. The blood bank is critically low."

"Take mine!" Kevin immediately stepped forward, without hesitation.

"No!" I cried out, struggling off another hospital bed and rushing to the doctor. "He's injured too, he shouldn't donate blood! Take mine! I know I'm also RH-negative!"

The doctor looked at my pale face and injuries, frowning. "Miss, your body is also very weak; you're not suitable for blood donation."

But I was stubbornly insistent, gripping the doctor's arm, my eyes resolute. "I insist. Use my blood."

Kevin looked at me, his expression complex.

The operating room light stayed on for a long time.

After the blood donation, my already weak body felt even worse.

Nurses helped me out of the operating room, each step feeling like walking on a blade.

I looked up and saw Kevin in the next room, tenderly caring for Sarah, who had just been out of danger. He was feeding her water and wiping the sweat from her forehead.

That tender look, a luxury I'd chased for ten years and never caught.

I suddenly felt a wave of weakness, my vision blurred, and I almost fell, saved only by the nurse beside me.

"Why do you do this to yourself?" the nurse sighed. "He doesn't have you in his heart at all."

I tried to force a smile, my face tight, probably managing a grimace worse than a cry. I didn't speak, just lowered my head and continued bandaging my arm.

A voice in my heart repeated, forcefully, No, I don't love him at all.

I only knew I had to do this. Only this way could the wedding proceed smoothly.

And only this way would my William have hope of returning.

In the following days, Kevin, naturally, stayed at the hospital.

I often caught glimpses of him hurrying down the corridor, or carrying a basin to fetch water. He seemed utterly devoted.

That day, I was leaning against the wall near the nurses' station when I heard Sarah's delicate voice drift from the half-open door: "Kevin, the nurses here are so clumsy..." After a moment of silence, I distinctly heard her next words, "I want Jennifer to take care of me."

A brief quiet. Then Kevin's calm voice: "Okay."

Soon after, footsteps stopped in front of me. I looked up and saw Kevin. He looked at me and said in a commanding tone, "Go take care of Sarah."