Chapter 452

Liam Sullivan had just stepped out of the room when a deafening slam echoed behind him.

He turned to see the door had been violently shut.

The hotel corridor was silent in the deep night, making the loud noise especially jarring.

Several hotel managers hurried over, their faces filled with concern and confusion.

Liam shook his head slightly. "She's upset. Please be understanding. I'll cover any damages."

The lead manager, disarmed by his handsome appearance and gentle demeanor, quickly waved his hand. "No need for that, sir. We completely understand."

Liam nodded in acknowledgment and turned toward the elevator.

His steps felt unsteady.

An observant manager caught up to him, studying his face closely.

He finally noticed Liam's frighteningly pale complexion.

"Sir, do you need assistance? You look very unwell."

Liam forced a weak smile. "It's fine. Just help me call a taxi."

Before he finished speaking, a wave of dizziness hit him.

He had to brace himself against the wall to keep from falling.

The manager immediately called for backup.

Soon, more staff arrived and helped him downstairs.

The excruciating pain in his fingers intensified, sending sharp aches through his heart.

Too weak to resist, he let them take charge.

The wail of an ambulance pierced the night.

Medical personnel quickly performed an initial examination.

"Fractured finger bones. Immediate surgery is required."

Liam lay on the stretcher, his voice hoarse but calm. "I know."

The doctor gave him an extra glance.

He had never seen a patient endure pain so stoically.

At the hospital, a CT scan confirmed the injury.

The doctor handed him a surgical consent form. "A family member needs to sign this."

Liam painstakingly signed his name with his left hand.

His handwriting remained strong and forceful.

"Should we notify any relatives or friends?"

His eyes darkened, a bitter smile touching his lips. "No need. She won't come."

The operating room lights blazed on.

The bone-setting surgery wasn't complex, but the delay had caused blood to pool.

Over an hour later, he was wheeled out of the operating room.

As the anesthesia wore off, the pain returned with a vengeance.

The private room was silent except for the steady beep of medical equipment.

He stared blankly at his heavily bandaged right hand.

This time, he had truly lost her.