Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 501

Chapter 501 Can’t Turn Back

When Elspeth came back out, she saw Yelena crouching on the ground. Panicked, she asked the

doctor, "What happened to her?"

"I told her who the donor was, and then this happened." The doctor sighed. Guiltily, he said, "I didn't

know he was important to her."

Elspeth didn't lecture the doctor. It wasn't his fault that Yelena was depressed. "I'll take over, doctor.

You may leave now."

The doctor nodded and left the ladies alone. Elspeth crouched as well, and she wrapped her arm

around Yelena's shoulder. "Yelena," she whispered.

Yelena said nothing. Her head remained buried in her chest, her shoulders trembling.

"I know it's hard to accept the truth."

Yelena still said nothing, but Elspeth could hear her sobbing.

"It's sad. His death is. Sorrowful. And it's not just affecting you and me. Callum, Hank… Everyone's

affected." Elspeth pulled Yelena into her embrace and patted the back of her hand. "But we can't bring

back the dead. Accidents happen. Nobody could have seen that coming. We need to embrace that

fact. At least… At least his memories will live on in us."

Yelena raised her head. Her eyes were as puffy as peaches. "I just can't believe he's gone. And he

gave me a part of himself before he left us forever. I… I can't live with that." They were no longer a

couple, but still, the memories of their past remained. Max had always been a kind lad, yet that same

young man left her forever—all while she was unconscious. She didn't even get the chance to see him

one last time.

"I know he cared about you. That's why he was worried. That's why he gave you his marrow. And

there's a reason for that. He wanted you to live. To be free of pain. He had high hopes for you, and

you're wasting them by crying meaninglessly. You're ruining yourself. Is that how you wanna repay

him? This will only disappoint him."

Yelena froze. Yes, right. What am I even doing? This is stupid. She stood up and wiped her tears away.

"Thank you, Elsie. Hook me up to the IV infusion, please." She pulled the needle out in a hurry just

now, so she couldn't even stand after losing the infusion.

Elspeth nodded and helped her lie down. Then, she hooked Yelena up to the IV infusion, and then she

pressed her hand against Yelena's forehead. "No fever. Good. Remember to rest up and don't do

anything rash. Take care of yourself. That's what Max would have wanted."

Yelena nodded. Her tears had run dry, and all she could do was shiver. "Elspeth," Yelena croaked.

"Why did his car crash all of a sudden?"

Elspeth froze. If she told Yelena the truth, the guilt would wreck her, but if she didn't…

"I see. You don't have to tell me anymore." Yelena stared down, conflicting emotions welling in her

heart. "It was me, wasn't it? He knew I got sick, and it affected him."

Yelena was smart enough to figure things out on her own, but that only tormented her more. Max died

because of me. I killed him. "He wouldn't have died if I weren't sick, right?"

Elspeth got a little angry. "What are you talking about? This has nothing to do with you. It was an

accident. Not to be heartless, but he was the reason he died. Not you."

"But he wouldn't have been affected if I wasn't sick. Max was a great racer. He couldn't have gotten into

an accident." Yelena still thought it was her fault.

"We still have no idea what the truth is, so don't blame yourself. If that's how you wanna see it, then

part of the fault lies on me. I shouldn't have told him about your illness."

Surprised that Elspeth would take responsibility, Yelena quickly said, "No. You're not to blame."

"Then you aren't either. I don't want to hear that again, alright? And I'll figure out the truth of this case." Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Yelena nodded, her eyes still puffy.

Hank came back and saw Yelena's eyes looking puffy. Ah, so she knows. He set up a little table beside

the bed and laid out the food before Yelena. "Did you just cry? Now, now. I got you your favorite

dumplings. And here's some chicken and mushroom soup. And there are some hard-boiled eggs too.

They say it's fab."

These were regular breakfast foods back in their hometown. Hank must have spent a lot of time just

gathering these. And they were still hot. He must've tucked them inside an insulated box. He was

meticulous, but Yelena couldn't even feel touched. She had no appetite at all.

"I don't want to eat."

"I know you're in a bad mood, but at least have something." Hank held up the soup and was about to

feed her, but Yelena shoved him away.

Beset by fury, she shoved all the food on the ground and raised her voice, "I said I don't want to eat!

Can't you hear?" And in her fury, the soup splashed all over Hank's hand.

Hank looked at her coolly and wiped his hand off with a tissue.

"Hank…" Yelena snapped out of her fury, and she started sobbing again. "Let's break up."