Cecelia was ready to rush out to look for him, but the guard seemed to know what she intended to.

"Mr. Wills asked you not to look for him again."

"What do you mean!?" Cecelia stared at the guard.

The guard took a deep breath and lowered his eyes, not daring to meet the murderous eyes of Cecelia.

"He said he wouldn't see you again."

* * *

Dylan opened his eyes as the first rays of morning sunlight entered the room. The sedatives had worn off.

Savannah, who had hardly slept all night, sat up and looked at him.

"Are you awake, Dylan?" she asked softly.

Last night, Garwood sent Savannah a set of clothing for her to change, and now, she dressed up in a T-shirt and jeans.

Dylan was in a daze when he saw her as if he couldn't make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Why are you here?" He asked in a husky voice when he realized she was real.

"We'll talk about it later. What you need now is a good rest. I'll get the doctor." Savannah stood up and turned to go but heard the man's cold voice behind her.

"I ask you why you are here?"

The little woman should have married Kevin yesterday. Why was she here now?

Savannah stopped and turned slowly.

"I know... You didn't marry me and left me because you're ill, aren't you?" She asked in a whisper.

He froze, and his eyes darkened, his hands clenched.

"Who told you that?" His tone was stony.

"Anyway, I've already known."

"Garwood, or Fiona?" He asked through clenched teeth.

"Is that important?" Savannah's eyes turned red.

Yes, he would kill the one who told her the truth!

Who gave them permission to tell her he was in the hospital?

All that he had done was stultified!

After a long pause, he lifted his thin, bearded, but still handsome face and gave her an indifferent look.

"What if you know it? You may go now."

"Go? Where do you want me to go?" Savannah stared at him.

"Go back to Kevin and get married to him." His eyes were sightless. She had never seen him so weak.

"I'm not going to marry anyone else." Savannah bit her lip and said, "Dylan, I know you don't want to get Kaiden and me into trouble, but as Jacob said, it's not completely incurable..."

"Get out," he let out a strangled roar and turned over, not wanting to see her.

"I won't go!" she shouted angrily.

Dylan was about to call in a bodyguard when Savannah ran back to the bed and gave him a hug from behind.

"I don't want your pity. Get out of here, get out of my face!" The strait-jacket around him made it impossible for him to break free of her, and he could only warn her, grinding his teeth.

The more he said, the closer she held him.

She knew. His heart must be bleeding when he asked her to get out, and he felt more pain than her.

For more than half a year, she thought she was suffering, but in fact, he suffered much more than her.

Now that she knew, she would never leave him again.

"I won't go. I'm not going anywhere. I'll take care of you until you get well!" She articulated her words clearly.

"Oh, take care of me? It's not a common disease, and when it comes on, I may hurt you. Are you not afraid of being around a madman who may go insane at any moment?" He threatened her.

She was afraid. But what she was more afraid of was to separate from him.

"I didn't give up on you when I saved you from that fire, and I'll not abandon you this time. Dylan, pull yourself together! I risked my life to get you out of the fire that year, and you must value your life, even for me and Kaiden. You've promised me to take care of me and love me forever, would it be enough to fight?!" She gritted her teeth and tears slipped down her eyes.

Seeing her in tears, his heart was bleeding too for her. After a certain struggle, he gradually calmed down.

Just then, Jacob rushed in with the nurse. Seeing that Dylan was awake, they came forward to check him.

Savannah backed away and breathed a sigh of relief.

After that day, Dylan didn't insist she should go, but he didn't speak much and looked a bit dejected, ignoring all her care.

Savannah knew he was trying to disappoint her and drive her away in this way.

But it didn't matter as long as she could stay with him.

A week went by.

It was dinner time. Dylan put down the plate after a few bites and refused to take more.

Within a few days, he had lost a lot of weight.

In this situation, sooner or later, he would physically collapse.

Savannah took the soup and raised a spoonful to his thin, pale lips.

"Dylan, would you like some more?"

As her last word fell, he waved his hand and knocked the spoon off her hand, spilling the soup all over the floor.

He turned over impatiently.

This happened many times during the week. He deliberately blew up at her to give her difficulties so that she would leave him when she lost all patience.

Savannah got used to it. She silently picked up the spoon.

"If you don't like it, I'll make you something else," she said softly and made for the door.

"Why? Why don't you go?" His cold voice came from behind her.

He thought she would have enough of it and leave crying after he kept giving her cold shoulders for days.

But the little woman showed no sign of backing down after a week.

Without looking back, she said quietly, "My reason for not leaving is the same as your reason for canceling our wedding and estranging yourself from Kaiden and me."

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Because of love.

She walked out of the ward.

Down the corridor, Joanne had been waiting outside for some time when she saw her daughter come out.

Savannah was surprised and went over to her.

"Mom, why are you here?"

"How is he today?" Joanne glanced at the ward behind her daughter.

On the day Savannah left the wedding, Joanne found out what had happened to Dylan.

She came to the hospital a few days ago.

"Fine. He's conscious for most of the time," Savannah whispered.

Joanne sighed. She knew Savannah didn't want to worry her. But they all knew the genetic disease was difficult to treat, especially mental illness. And people around the patient must suffer a lot.

Savannah looked terribly haggard after just a week.

Joanne took her to sit on a bench and asked after a short hesitation, "Savannah, I know I shouldn't interfere with your decision. But I'm your mother, and I have to say something. I talked to Dylan's father the other day and learned that Dylan's mother and brother all died of this illness, and even Dylan's sister is still in a nursing house. I'm afraid it's hard for Dylan to recover. I know it may be selfish of me to say that to you, but I really do love you so much... Savannah, please, leave him..."