Chapter 1112 - 1104: Seeking the Truth 12

Chapter 1112: Chapter 1104: Seeking the Truth 12

Tiana Thorne felt guilty inside; no matter how much she wanted to be close to Linden Hawthorne, she didn’t want to become his burden.

If worst came to worst, Linden might die because of her.

Thinking of all this, Tiana only felt the weight too heavy to bear.

In her past life, many causes and effects floated before her eyes, only to press the burden heavier and heavier.

"I didn’t mean to hide it from you." Linden sighed, unsure of how to explain: "I just didn’t want you to worry too much."

"But now that I know, my heart aches." Tiana gazed into his eyes: "Is there any difference?"

Linden softened, saying, "I was wrong, I shouldn’t have hidden it from you. Please don’t be mad at me."

The always aloof Linden was tender to the utmost in front of Tiana, not allowing her to feel even the slightest harm.

He felt guilty too because hiding this matter made her bear excessive distress.

Tiana’s eyes were red, she didn’t want Linden to see her tears, so she turned away.

But Linden grabbed her wrist, thinking she was still angry, his voice weak: "Don’t be mad at me."

With these words, Tiana felt even more uncomfortable, as if he had choked her throat, unable to breathe, heavily stifling.

No one could act like him.

Harsh on himself with no reservation, and without reservation, dedicated to her.

This feeling was different from her brothers’ love.

He was like a sponge behind her, giving her a sense of security, no matter how many times she fell, she wouldn’t feel pain.

Yet, even the soft sponge would be crushed one day.

She wanted this comfort for a lifetime, but he had exhausted himself ahead of time.

Couldn’t bear it, yet helpless against him.

Tiana couldn’t get angry, only upset with herself for being too na?ve, for not noticing Linden’s unusual behavior.

"Does the wound hurt?"

Usually, even a small knife cut would give her goosebumps.

Thinking about it from his perspective, she believed Linden endured tremendous pain.

Linden said: "It’s alright, doesn’t hurt."

"You’re lying, how could it not hurt."

His hand was yet untreated, blood halted, but the ghastly wound still made the scalp numb.

Tiana’s expression remained calm, but tears spilled from her eyes, trickling down her cheeks, landing on his hand.

Afraid the tears might irritate his wound, she reached to wipe them away.

Linden was quicker, his fingertip brushed away those tears, offering her a gentle smile: "Poppy, don’t cry, my constitution is different from the average person, my blood can temporarily maintain your father’s life balance, but if the culprit isn’t found in one day, he might remain unconscious."

This was something beyond his power.

He could only help to this extent.

Tiana stopped crying, reminding him: "You’ve done enough, I’ll take care of the rest, now you must go and rest well."

"Alright."

Linden didn’t resist, let the nurse treat the wound, then followed Tiana’s advice to rest well.

Out of gratitude and guilt, Tiana followed Linden, at this moment, not knowing how to repay him.

She wanted to care for him.

But what truly upset her was Aiden Shaw, far away with no news abroad.

...

It was already early morning.

Aiden Shaw searched tirelessly through the night, based on the clues in the call, he had roughly pinpointed the location.

The car exited the highway.

Aiden’s eyebrows showed exhaustion, but his mood was relaxed, glancing at his WeChat.

He just took out his phone, clicked on the WeChat icon.

Bang—

A loud bang!