CHAPTER 74: CHAPTER 47: IMPOSSIBLE TO BE TOGETHER FOR TWO YEARS WITHOUT EMOTIONS 3_2

"Leave?" Christine Quinn shook her head. "No, I’ve never left him..."

"Then..."

"You don’t understand why Howard Geoffrey married you?"

"Yes." Actually, her father had once explained to her the reason why Howard Geoffrey married her, but over the years, she had always harbored doubts. For example, since Christine Quinn was clearly by Howard Geoffrey’s side, why did he need a substitute? She had once tried to explain it by assuming Christine might not actually be with him, but now Christine herself had denied this. Therefore, there must be a hidden secret behind this matter.

Christine Quinn answered directly, "I am truly an unfortunate child. I was born with congenital heart disease. After meeting Howard Geoffrey, I fainted in front of him twice. The doctor asserted that if I didn’t undergo a heart transplant, I might not live past thirty. So, Howard Geoffrey took me for treatment... In fact, American medical technology is advanced, and performing a heart transplant for me wasn’t particularly difficult. However, my blood type isn’t common; it’s the rare MNSsU type. The doctor said that if I were to have a heart transplant, I would need an MNSsU blood supply. Otherwise, I couldn’t undergo the surgery because this rare blood type is extremely scarce in U.S. blood banks, and a heart transplant requires a large amount of blood... When we found out my blood type was inherited from Alexander Quentin, Howard Geoffrey immediately brought me to T City."

"And then...?" Rebecca Quentin was desperate to know the truth behind her marriage to Howard Geoffrey.

Christine Quinn paused for a moment, then continued, "Howard Geoffrey approached Alexander Quentin, hoping he would donate blood for my heart transplant, but Alexander Quentin didn’t agree..."

Rebecca Quentin was shocked. "How could that be...?"

Christine Quinn struggled to keep her stinging eyes open. Fighting back sobs, she managed to say, "The funny thing is, he finally agreed, but he made a request to Howard Geoffrey."

As if anticipating the immense shock Christine Quinn’s next words would bring, Rebecca Quentin held her breath and listened intently.

Christine Quinn finally, cruelly, spat out, "He said that as long as Howard Geoffrey married you and ensured you had a happy two-year marriage, he would help me with the heart transplant two years later."

Roger Leonard had been waiting in his car for a long time. It wasn’t until he saw Christine Quinn leave and Rebecca Quentin collapse to the ground that he hurried over.

Seeing Rebecca Quentin’s dazed expression, Roger Leonard figured out what had happened. But no matter how much he tried to talk to her, Rebecca Quentin only shed tears and didn’t say a word.

Roger Leonard was very anxious. Finally, out of options, he carried the dazed Rebecca Quentin from the ground into his car.

But just as Roger Leonard was about to drive away with Rebecca Quentin, she suddenly, like a madwoman, threw open the car door and rushed into the hotel behind her.

She took the elevator straight to the eighteenth floor and stopped in front of his suite.

She wanted to reach out and knock on the door, but her hand stopped in mid-air.

Finally, she squatted down in front of his door and cried out, choking on her sobs.

She didn’t have the courage to knock on the door because she knew he wasn’t alone in the room. More importantly, she didn’t know what else she could possibly ask him...

Because everything already had an answer, didn’t it?

His cruelty towards her, his indifference to their child, his four years of utter neglect—it turned out he didn’t just not care about her; he deeply despised her...

Because of this disgust, when they were together, he never engaged in foreplay...

Because of this disgust, he never wanted to be in bed with her...

Because of this disgust, even when he was playing the part of the most devoted lover, he had never said those three words to her...

So, even in a transaction, he had always maintained his boundaries, while she had been so foolish. Only today did she realize his disgust for her had always been so blatant...

And for the past four years, she had even naively thought that if... if that day, before the incident, if she hadn’t chosen to call Aunt Clare but had called him instead, he might have come and taken her away...

But reality proved that, for these four years, she had ultimately just been naive...

By the time Roger Leonard caught up to her again, Rebecca Quentin had fainted in front of Howard Geoffrey’s door.

「Hospital.」

Roger Leonard stood outside the glass window, looking at Rebecca Quentin lying on the hospital bed inside, his expression slightly heavy.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

He glanced at the number, then pressed the answer key. "Nelson... I never thought Second Sister-in-law could have such a devastating impact on her... I’m still hesitating about whether to tell Dora she’s in the hospital... Okay, I’ll call Dora and see."

After finishing his conversation with Nelson Lewis, Roger Leonard immediately dialed Howard Geoffrey’s number.

Rebecca Quentin’s long eyelashes fluttered, as if she were about to wake up.

Indeed, soon after, she slowly opened her eyes.

Realizing she was in the hospital, she struggled to get up but was stopped by Roger Leonard, who was standing by the bed. "The doctor was just here. You’re still very weak. You should stay in bed!"

Rebecca Quentin slowly lay back down, looked at the IV drip, and asked, "How did I end up here?"

After placing a soft pillow behind Rebecca Quentin’s back, Roger Leonard said, "You fainted in the hotel last night. I brought you to the hospital."

Fainted?

Suddenly, she recalled everything that had happened before she fainted.

As if she had moved past the peak of her emotional turmoil, she said calmly, her voice soft, "Thank you for bringing me to the hospital."

"I’m glad you’re alright."

At this moment, Rebecca Quentin supported herself, trying to get up again.

Roger Leonard quickly steadied her, asking with concern, "What are you trying to do?"

"I’m fine now. I want to be discharged."

Actually, the doctor had already examined Rebecca Quentin and said there was nothing seriously wrong with her. Her sudden fainting spell the previous night was merely due to emotional distress, and she could be discharged.

"You should rest a bit more. There’s no need to rush your discharge."

"I’m fine..." Rebecca Quentin insisted, still wanting to get out of bed.

"Alright then, I’ll help you."

"Thank you."

As they were about to leave the hospital, Rebecca Quentin suddenly asked Roger Leonard, "General Leonard, do you know where my suitcase is?"

Roger Leonard answered, somewhat awkwardly, "Uh, well..."

"Was my suitcase left on the roadside last night?"

"No."

"Then...?"

Impatient with such hemming and hawing, Roger Leonard blurted out, "When you fainted, I notified Dora. He sent someone to take your suitcase."