I Fought for His Future. Now I’m Fighting for Myself novel Chapter 13

Sean had a dream.

In that dream, he had achieved fame and success, and he was now proposing to Charlotte. She stood across a sea of blooming flowers, gracing him with the gentlest smile. Beside her was a child, babbling softly in baby talk.

The dream was short-lived, and Sean found himself lying on a hospital bed by the time he regained consciousness. The harsh white lights shone mercilessly from above, hurting his eyes.

The ward was empty, save for the monotonous beeping of the monitor.

Sean turned to look at his right wrist, which was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze. He could faintly hear people talking outside.

Kylie's tearful voice drifted in through the door. "Those people were too cruel, Dad. Sean's wrist tendon is completely severed. Even if it heals, he'll never be able to perform surgery again. With the way he is right now, I don't even want to date him anymore.

"But won't it seem like I'm being ungrateful if I break up with him now? After all, I was in the underground parking lot too. If I had pulled him into the car sooner, he wouldn't have been hurt so badly."

After some time, Lorenzo's authoritative voice drew out, leaving no room for doubt. "It's okay, Kylie. My daughter deserves only the best. This is his own misfortune. What does that have to do with you?

"At most, we'll offer him some compensation out of our compassion. A little extra money should be enough. I doubt an orphan like him could stir up much trouble."

It was only then that Kylie's smile return. Her tone was sly and wicked when she replied, "Good. I was getting tired of him anyway. Marriage should always be between equals."

Their voices faded away.

Sean clenched his jaw tightly. Panicked, he looked down at his right hand and tried to move his wrist. Even though the anesthesia had long worn off, he still couldn't summon an ounce of strength.

Fear spread through him like wildfire. He flung off the blanket and tried to get up, but his legs gave way to the hard floor.

The noise alerted several doctors and nurses, and they rushed into the ward and hurried to help Sean up. However, he could detect the faint smugness on each of their faces.

"Get out!" Sean barked, like a raging beast until his vision grew dark and a suffocating void followed, as if illustrating his bleak future.

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No one came to visit Sean for the days to follow. Even when doctors or nurses came to check on him or change his dressings, they no longer held the same respect they once had for him.

Two weeks passed before Maverick Rhode, the hospital director, finally visited him with some token gifts. Behind his polite smiles were sighs that grew heavier with each word.

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