Wrong Love, Final Goodbye: She'll Never Look Back-Chapter 372: Get Out

A few masked medical staff wheeled in a stretcher, and the unconscious Declan Pierce was lifted onto it, directly moving from the villa within Phoenix Court to the rooftop, where a plane was waiting.

Wynn Winslow boarded the plane along with them.

"Janne, what’s really going on? What’s happened to Declan?" Wynn was completely baffled, "He just told me he might lose his sight and didn’t want to hold Tanya back, so he asked me to come and help..."

Wynn’s thoughts were simple: even if Declan lost his sight, she liked him and was willing to be his eyes. It wasn’t a big deal to her.

She even sneered at how fragile the relationship between Tanya and Declan was...

But Declan’s condition was entirely different from what she imagined!

His face still had dried blood, which made his skin appear even paler, and his breathing was so weak.

It looked as if... as if he was going to die...

Janne glanced at Wynn heavily, not in the mood for explanations, and simply said, "Ms. Winslow, please keep this confidential."

The plane landed on the rooftop of a top private hospital.

The ward was already prepared.

Wynn wanted to go in and see Declan but was blocked by Janne.

He was polite yet firm, "Ms. Winslow, there’s nothing you can help with here. I’ll have someone send you back for a rest."

Wynn saw through the still-open door and noticed Declan on the hospital bed suddenly coughing violently. She couldn’t see him personally, but she saw the blood he coughed up as it slowly climbed onto the pristine sheets.

Wynn finally realized the gravity of the situation.

"Janne, is Declan going to die?"

Janne’s jaw tightened hard.

"President Pierce will be fine. He will definitely survive! He promised Ms. Sinclair he’d live to be very old!"

Wynn shook her head in disbelief and stepped back, "If he’s going to live long, why would he need me to deceive Tanya?"

Janne’s expression turned sour, but respecting Wynn’s status, he refrained from harsh words, instead turning into the ward.

A subordinate approached Wynn, "Ms. Winslow, I’ll take you back..."

"I’m not leaving!" Wynn looked at the closed ward door, her stubbornness kicking in, insistently crouching on the spot, "I want to wait here for Declan to wake up! I want to ask him what is going on!"

...

At eight in the morning, the car organized by Secretary-General Crawford arrived on time to pick up Tanya Sinclair, taking her to the airport near the military district.

Both Secretary-General Crawford and Minister Walsh personally came to see her off.

"Ms. Sinclair, thank you very much for your bravery in volunteering to exchange and bring back the hostages," Secretary-General Crawford assured, "Rest assured, we will ensure your safety throughout. A team of insiders has already been arranged, and as soon as the hostages are returned, we will spare no costs to bring you back!"

Since Tanya dared to come, she was naturally mentally prepared.

"Secretary-General Crawford, the baby grass I need..."

"I’ve already arranged for someone to find the merchant selling the baby grass and will negotiate today."

Tanya felt relieved. Indeed, having someone of Secretary-General Crawford’s standing handle it would be far more efficient than doing it herself.

"Secretary-General Crawford, no matter the demands or the cost, I’m willing to pay. The baby grass is very important to me. If..." Tanya paused slightly, continuing, "If anything happens to me, please hand the baby grass to Dr. Leo Sullivan. He’s a very renowned Chinese medicine doctor and has served as my ex-husband Vincent Hawthorne’s family physician."

Before coming, Tanya called Leo Sullivan and handed over the prescription.

Secretary-General Crawford promised, "Don’t worry, Ms. Sinclair. Besides, you will certainly return safely!"

Tanya smiled, said no more, and boarded the plane.

Inside the plane, there were two soldiers in civilian clothes who opened a small, sophisticated box containing a delicate necklace, a watch, and a small handgun.

"Ms. Sinclair, this necklace contains a tracking device. The watch has a communication device, and just by turning the hour and minute hands to the respective position, you can contact us."

Tanya tried operating it, and once she was familiar, she put on both the necklace and the watch.

Next, came a lesson in dismantling and operating the gun.

She learned quickly.

"Ms. Sinclair, remember, at crucial moments for self-defense, you can fire the gun. Trust the aftermath to the military."

Tanya looked down at the small, yet lethally potent gun in her hand.

Originally, her role was that of a doctor meant to save lives...

Suddenly, Tanya thought of Declan.

Previously, he had also killed someone to save her, a wicked and notorious fugitive...

"Ms. Sinclair?"

Tanya snapped back, nodding slightly at them, "I understand, I’ve got it memorized."

As the plane flew towards the other side of the ocean, on the other side where the sun rose, in the bright and clean ward, the air was filled with the smell of medicine and disinfectant.

Declan slowly opened his eyes; good, he wasn’t blind yet.

He moved his eyes, and saw Jasper Monroe, crossing his legs on the sofa beside him, reading a magazine.

Like sensing Declan’s gaze, Jasper Monroe looked up from the magazine, meeting Declan’s eyes.

Declan: "What are you here for?"

Jasper Monroe put down the magazine and adjusted his glasses on the nose, "Firstly, this hospital is under my name; secondly, I have two fixed-term projects with The Pierce Consortium that require your signature before the operation; lastly, in case you never hear again, I must first say, Declan, your dining table performance is downright awful."

Declan: "...Go away."