The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 304

Evelyn let Dominic guide her by the hand into the living room. Her tears kept cascading down her

cheeks.

It wasn't until she sank into the sofa that Dominic caught the full extent of her distress by seeing her

crying like a child .

A flicker of softness passed through Dominic's typically icy gaze. "Getting hurt and then drinking on my

doorstep? Didn't you think of going to the hospital?"

"I'm not that childish, to drown my sorrows in booze."

Evelyn sniffled, her voice muffled.

"I just bought a bottle of vodka to disinfect the wound."

As Dominic gently coaxed her torn sleeve aside to assess the injuries, she winced.

The pain was evident, yet she halted her tears, feigning strength.

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

She shook her head in denying.

"How long were you out there?"

Dominic inspected her wound, contemplating. It needed cleaning and professional medical treatment.

"Not long." Evelyn wouldn't admit that she'd spent the whole night outside, thoughts consumed by him.

"I'll grab some iodine and cotton for you. After I clean the cut, we're heading to the hospital."

As he rose from his crouch before her, she quickly clutched his hand.

Dominic turned back.

The redness in her eyes and the shimmer of tears betrayed her, yet this time, her smile was genuine.

"Dominic, you do have a heart in there, don't you?"

He didn't respond verbally. Instead, he gently pulled her hand away to fetch the medical kit.

Evelyn's spirits inexplicably soared.

The night's ordeal seemed suddenly worthwhile. If getting hurt could stir a flicker of concern in Dominic,

she'd gladly bear wounds every day.

Though his current look of concern bore no comparison to the intense worry he'd shown for her sister-

in-law, it was enough for Evelyn.

Her heart skipped joyfully, hope reigniting.

Returning with the iodine and sterile scissors, Dominic sat before her. "I need to cut your clothes to

properly disinfect the wound."

"It's okay, I can handle it," Evelyn assured him, bracing herself.

It was painful actually, especially when Dominic snipped through the bloodied fabric which was tugged

at the wound.

She shivered with the pain, thinking if the cut was deeper, her life might be at risk of losing too much

blood.

Anger flickered in Dominic's eyes. "With such a serious injury, why didn't you ring the bell last night?"

His tone was scolding, but it warmed Evelyn's heart. She mustered a smile. "I was afraid of annoying

you, you know. Auch!"

He eased his touch. "You feel pain after all?"

"Not when you're concerned about me. Even a stab in the heart wouldn't hurt then," Evelyn beamed.

Dominic handed her a pack of sterile cotton. "Clean it yourself."

"I'm too hurt to do it on my own."

"You don't seem that hurt to me. I let you in just because we're acquainted. Don't read too much into it."

Evelyn blinked helplessly. "Do you have to be so cruel just when I thought you cared? I'm still injured,

you know."

He glanced at her arm marked with trails of dried blood. He did feel a twinge of pity.

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"Can't you take me?" Evelyn frowned deeply.

Dominic didn't answer but turned to find his phone.

He took a few steps, but suddenly felt as if his feet had struck cotton. His balance wavered, nearly

sending him tumbling.

Clutching the nearest cabinet for support, he was hit by a familiar terror. It felt like being twenty again,

collapsing and ending up in the hospital, where the doctor found a tumor in his brain.

Hadn't his condition stabilized?

Was the tumor acting up again?

Dominic's hand clenched the cabinet as a cold sweat breaking out.

Sensing something amiss, Evelyn stood up with concern. "Dominic, are you alright?"

Before she could finish, Dominic collapsed to the floor like a felled tree.

At the hospital, Evelyn called Roxanne through tears. "Roxanne, Dominic just passed out. I think it's the

tumor. Can you come?"

Roxanne rushed out from her meeting without a word. Chloe Mitchell called after her with worry, but

she didn’t seem to notice.

Roxanne pressed for details, “Evelyn, calm down. What do the doctors say? How is Dominic now?"

Roxanne was frantic, tapping the elevator button repeatedly as Evelyn sobbed out the situation.

Rushing over, Roxanne found Evelyn curled up outside the hospital room, her swollen eyes betraying

her cries.

Evelyn prayed between sobs. "God, please save Dominic. I'd trade years of my life for his."

Roxanne choked up. She worried for Dominic, but her heart went out more to Evelyn.

She remembered her own near-death experience during childbirth and Dominic's desperate prayers.

Now Evelyn was echoing that devotion.

Fate was cruel. Had Dominic met Evelyn first, he would have surely fallen for her.

Evelyn was such a wonderful girl. She deserved to be treated with kindness.

But the thing was, Dominic's heart already belonged to someone else – and that someone was her.

She felt terribly guilty.

As she approached, Evelyn quickly stood up from the corner where she had been crouched, frantically

wiping away her tears.

But the more she wiped, the more tears seemed to spring forth. "Roxanne," Evelyn’s voice trembled

with fear, "I'm so scared. I'm afraid Dominic might never wake up. Back home, his doctor warned that if

he ever passed out again, there might be a chance he wouldn't come back."

Roxanne wrapped Evelyn in her arms.

She wanted to offer comfort.

But her own throat was tightened with emotions too. She could only hold Evelyn close.

Just then, the door to the hospital room opened and a doctor stepped out. "Who is Dominic's family?

Please come to my office. We need to discuss his condition in detail."