Chapter 1111 - 1103: Seeking the Truth 11

Chapter 1111: Chapter 1103: Seeking the Truth 11

His left hand was already injured, so now he’s cutting his right hand.

As if it wasn’t his own skin and flesh, he unhesitatingly sliced his wrist.

Soon, blood dripped drop by drop into the bowl.

He clenched his fist, making the blood flow faster.

The fresh blood created ripples in the bowl, and every molecule indeed bore traces of his deep love for Tiana Thorne.

Tiana Thorne was stunned as she watched Linden Hawthorne’s actions, utterly speechless for a few seconds, as if her feet were rooted to the ground.

No wonder his face was as pale as a ghost.

No wonder there was such a large wound on his wrist.

What on earth was he doing?

Why such a huge sacrifice?

Tiana Thorne’s emotions were complex at this moment, feeling indebted to Linden Hawthorne, yet this debt was too large for her to ever repay.

The emotions were too complicated; she didn’t want to hurt him, yet inadvertently she always did.

Tiana Thorne gripped the door handle, her knuckles turning white, wishing she could rip it off.

"Miss Thorne..." The nurse, seeing Tiana Thorne standing at the doorway, was startled, then panicked.

Their gazes immediately shifted outside the door.

When Linden Hawthorne saw Tiana Thorne, he was still letting the blood flow, the wound hideously exposed as the blood drained into the bowl in front of Tiana Thorne.

Tiana Thorne’s beautiful eyes widened, her eyes rimmed with red, staring intently at his wound.

Linden Hawthorne, unhurried, once the blood filled the bowl, took the gauze from the nurse and pressed it onto the bleeding wound.

"Miss Thorne, why are you here, weren’t you..." The nurse was very surprised.

Tiana Thorne pushed the door open and walked in step by step, feeling her legs unbearably heavy.

Her gaze fixed on Linden Hawthorne: "If I hadn’t forgotten my wallet, would you never tell me what you’ve done for me?"

Linden Hawthorne placed his hand behind his back: "Poppy, it’s not as complicated as you think."

"You’ve bled, and it’s not complicated?" Tiana Thorne walked over, wanting to check his wound, lifting his wrist.

Linden Hawthorne resisted, grabbing her fingertips with his other hand.

"Why are you bleeding, unless my father is sustained by your blood?"

She blurted out, leaving everyone present speechless.

She looked at Professor Linton and the nurse, neither said a word, and their expressions confirmed it.

So there was no miraculous rescue by Professor Linton’s superior medical skills; it was Linden Hawthorne’s blood keeping her comatose father alive.

For a moment, Tiana Thorne couldn’t accept it, and looking at Linden Hawthorne’s gentle, pale face, his deep black eyes staring at her with no trace of ripple.

As if what was draining wasn’t blood.

Suddenly, Tiana Thorne’s heart ached, a nameless pain.

Once again, he had saved her.

Redeemed her.

How could she ever repay this kindness?

"Why didn’t you tell me and made this decision on your own."

"It’s nothing," Linden Hawthorne said indifferently.

Tiana Thorne asked: "If you never find a clue, will you have to bleed for my dad every day?"

Linden Hawthorne didn’t speak, implying consent.

"If you don’t find one day, you draw one day, what about a month? A year? How much blood do you have, eventually you will run dry, and you say it’s nothing, is your health not a serious matter?" Tiana Thorne was more anxious than Linden Hawthorne, her heart wrenched together, and he could talk about such things so lightly.

And his life, insignificant.

"Poppy, listen to me..."

Tiana Thorne instinctively stepped back, unable to accept it, so she pushed his hand away.

Yet fearing it would hurt, she gently moved away until Linden Hawthorne’s hand rested by his side, only then did she take a deep breath.

"You’ve all been hiding it from me, and I’ve just realized."