The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182 No Apologies

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“Elsa is in this hospital too. If you just apologize to her sincerely, ask for her forgiveness, and show real remorse in front of Wendy, I’ll give you one last chance. I’ll help you deal with this.”

Lily felt like John was about to crush her jaw.

She gasped painfully several times, gripping his fingers with both hands, trying to lessen the pressure. But the pain only grew worse.

She was on an IV drip, and because John was too focused on scolding her to care, her other arm had been yanked, tugging out the needle from the back of her hand. She drew a sharp breath at the sting.

She lay frozen on the bed for a moment before she could find her voice again.

“I told you–I can prove I’m innocent. I wasn’t drunk, and I didn’t crash into Wendy. She had someone deliberately ram into me, then forced alcohol down my throat to make it look like I was driving drunk. I have a clear conscience. I will never apologize to Elsa. Let me go. I did nothing wrong. You have no right to lecture me on behalf of your precious Elsa!”

Her hospital gown had loose sleeves. Because she was struggling to pry his hand off, the sleeve fell back, revealing her pale forearm.

He looked down and saw a long, angry gash–at least fifteen centimeters–on her arm.

The movement had reopened the wound. Blood seeped out again, a jarring red against her porcelain skin.

He also noticed the back of her left hand–where the IV needle had been pulled out–was dotted with blood. Just looking at it made him wince.

A sharp pain twisted in his chest.

He didn’t like seeing Lily hurt.

For a moment, he wanted to pull her into his arms, hold her tight, kiss her deeply, and ask her if it hurt.

But then he remembered the sight of Wendy covered in blood when he rushed to the hospital with Elsa. He forced that urge back down.

Wendy was gravely injured–she might never wake up. Didn’t she deserve pity?

Elsa was traumatized, vomiting blood and fainting repeatedly. Wasn’t her pain real?

A woman as heartless and vicious as Lily deserved to suffer!

The more he thought about it, the more he hated her. Enraged, he snapped, “That shameless, unrepentant look on your face disgusts me! Why wasn’t it you who ended up in critical condition from that crash? You’re the one who should’ve died! Lily, you’re the one who deserves to die!”

She’s the one who should’ve died…

Even though Lily no longer loved John, hearing him say that still felt bitterly ironic. She let out a cold, self–mocking smile.

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Chapter 182 No Apologies

Even if there were no romantic feelings left between them, he had no right to say she deserved death.

Four years ago, she’d carried him home through a blizzard, step by step, when be

been ready to jump into a river.

After that, she stayed by his side through everything.

was so hopeless he’d.

For four years, she’d given him everything–her heart, her soul. She never once wronged him.

She had even risked her life to save him more than once.

Anyone else in the world could say she deserved to die–anyone but him.

“Lily, I’ll ask you one last time. Are you going to apologize to Wendy? Are you going to beg Elsa’s forgiveness?”

Of course not.

Her chin throbbed more with every second. Lily gathered her strength, ready to slap him, but just then Simon walked in, supporting Elsa, who was sobbing so hard she could barely stand.

Elsa was always proud and composed.

She resembled a cold, beautiful rose–always elegant, even when shedding tears.

But now she was completely broken. Her tears fell like a broken string of pearls, and all her pride had vanished.

The haughty rose had turned into a frightened little girl terrified of losing her mother–and that made her all the more pitiful.

Seeing her in such anguish, both John and Simon felt like their hearts were being torn apart.

It only deepened their belief that Lily was cruel, selfish, and beyond redemption.

“Lily, I know you hate me.”

Elsa’s voice was hoarse, each word soaked in grief. “You hate me. You can beat me, curse me, even wish I were dead–I’ll take it. But why did you go after my mom? She lost so much blood… No matter how loud I called for her, she wouldn’t open her eyes… I’m really scared she’s never going to wake up again…”

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