"It's all right, sir. He's sure to be able to get over it." Savannah patted old Sterling on the back of his hand as she comforted him softly.

Cooper also braced himself up and uttered a few words of comfort.

Savannah accompanied old Sterling to see Dylan through the window of the ward. After that, she persuaded him to go back home with Cooper.

Since she was here to take after Dylan, old Sterling was relieved and left first.

Savannah went back to the ward and looked through the small window at the sleeping man, a storm of emotion surging through her.

Why? Why didn't he tell her he had known everything?

Did he think she could be happy without him like this?

He had always been so dominative and autocratic...

Savannah's tears fell, blurring her vision.

She stood there guarding the sleeping man in the ward silently but didn't notice that behind her, there was a figure quietly watching her.

After a long time, she turned and saw Kevin in the hallway, gazing at her.

He was still in the handsome groom's dress, so brilliant that he could make any woman scream. But his eyes were filled with loneliness and helplessness.

Savannah, in her wedding dress, looked into his eyes.

A bride and a bridegroom, who should have been entertaining their guests at a feast, now looked at each other on such an occasion. It was somewhat amusing and somewhat sad.

"Kevin, I'm sorry..." Savannah broke the silence, feeling guilty.

She knew how useless the apology was after she hurt him again and again, and she could never make up to him.

Kevin seemed to have read her mind. He glanced at the ward behind her and whispered, "He didn't marry you and distance himself from you because he's sick, right?"

Savannah sniffed and nodded.

Indeed as expected, Kevin's eyes gleamed with complicated emotions. He had always wondered why Dylan left Savannah.

The fact was that he just didn't want to be a burden on her.

So, the one who saved Savannah out of Andrey's hands but asked Savannah's assistant to call him without showing up was Dylan.

He had been watching Savannah silently.

After a pause, Kevin asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

He didn't know what was wrong with Dylan, but he knew that he must be in the worst condition to have Savannah leave the wedding behind and come to see him.

He lost to that man again.

Savannah looked at Kevin, trying to ignore the lump in her throat. She could say that Kevin was the one who understood her best in the world.

But the one she loved most was not him.

Thinking of this, she could only steel herself and be ruthless.

"Yes... He's in very bad condition. I'm sorry, Kevin, but I have to take care of him..."

"I see," Kevin interrupted her gently. He knew she was sorry and felt apologetic when she said that, but he just didn't want to see her unhappy. "I'll cope with the wedding, don't worry."

Then he turned and left. His back was so lonely.

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"Kevin, wait!" cried Savannah impulsively, and she ran to him.

Kevin paused and turned.

"Beat me or scold me, Kevin." She grabbed his hand, tears streaming down her face. "Take it out on me!"

"My silly girl." Kevin pulled back his hand, and there was no accusation in his eyes.

How could he beat or scold her?

She had been on his mind since his youth.

Savannah, however, couldn't forgive herself. She raised her hand and slapped herself on her delicate cheek.

She owed too much to him.

Kevin grabbed her wrist quickly and lowered it. He gave a soft kiss on the back of her hand and let go of his hold of her. He smiled indulgently and then turned and walked away.

Savannah opened her mouth and wanted to stop him, but she didn't know what she could still say to him.

What he wanted to be not an apology.

Kevin, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...

***

Kevin walked out of the hospital.

Across the road, the door of a black limousine opened. A slender figure jumped down and ran across the road.

"Brother? Where's Miss Schulz? Why didn't you bring her out?"

The bride left the wedding abruptly. Robert called Kevin several times but didn't answer the phone. Cecelia volunteered to inquire and knew what happened. It turned out that Savannah left for the hospital in a hurry to see her ex-boyfriend.

Kevin looked ahead, without even a glance at Cecelia, walking forward.

Cecelia paused and understood something.

"Is Savannah not going to marry you? That's unreasonable! Doesn't she know how much you've done for her? She can't treat you like this! I'll go and tell her --"

Kevin grabbed her wrist when she was about to rush into the hospital.

"Don't go for her," he said in a grim voice.

Before Cecelia could say something more, his voice came gloomily again, "Go back. It's none of your business."

Cecelia shook her head violently. How could she go back now?

His bride ran away on the wedding day! He must be very upset now!

What if he was accidentally hit by a car on the road in this condition?

As Kevin walked away, Cecelia drove away her guards and followed her brother quietly.

"Once again, go back!" Kevin said coldly without turning back.

"This's a public road. Can't I walk on it? I'm not bothering you! Why not just ignore me?" Cecelia pursed her mouth.

Kevin didn't say more. He walked straight ahead without giving her a look.

Cecelia followed a few meters behind him until he stopped at a bar and went into it.

She took a deep breath and followed him in without much hesitation.

It was not a big bar. Looking around, she saw Kevin sitting on the sofa in the corner.

A waiter served an ice bucket full of wines.

He took out the whiskeys, filled his own cup, and took a drink.

So he turned to drink for solace?