###Chapter 4
Jessica raised a thick stack of letters in her hand,
"Over the years, I had deliberately not contacted him. But he had never forgotten me for a day and wrote me love letters every day, even though I never replied."
I felt breathless. How many late nights had I seen him writing in the study, thinking he was handling official business, so I made coffee for him and sent it in.
It turned out that he had been telling Jessica his heart. It turned out that from beginning to end, the heart I had thought was finally warmed up had never had me. I couldn’t listen anymore and suddenly wanted to shake her off and turn away.
But Jessica grabbed my wrist and a gleam of light flashed across her face.
"Catherine, what did you have to fight me?"
After saying that, she grabbed my hand and pushed it to her shoulder. Then, she screamed and fell to the ground. I looked at everything in front of me in shock and before I could react, my shoulder was hit hard by someone.
It was David. He rushed over and picked up Jessica, his eyes full of pity. "Jessica, are you okay?!"
Jessica buried her head in his shoulder sadly and cried aggrievedly, "I just wanted to explain to Catherine that there was nothing wrong between you and me, but she called me a shameless bitch and said she wanted to kill me."
Instantly, David yelled at me with red eyes, "Are you crazy? Jessica was pregnant! Why are you so vicious?"
"I didn’t … "
"Enough!" David interrupted my explanation.
"If anything happens to Jessica and her child, I will make you pay!"
After saying that, he ignored my lips that were difficult to open, hugged Jessica and ran out, shouting to the bodyguard, "Go to the hospital immediately!"
After a long time, I wiped away the tears of disappointment, slowly crawled upstairs and walked towards the bedroom. I began to pack my luggage silently, just waiting for the divorce agreement to take effect. Until the phone rang.
It was David who called me, "Come to Yates Hospital immediately."
I hurried to the hospital and saw David standing in the corridor from a distance and Jessica leaned on his arms, crying. My head suddenly shook and I felt dizzy. Now, they didn’t even pretend.
I walked over and moved my eyes away from David’s big hand holding Jessica’s shoulders with difficulty.
"David, what’s wrong?"
"Gregory suddenly suffered from renal failure and needed a kidney donation immediately."
I was stunned for a moment.
"So?"
"There was no suitable kidney source now," David said lightly. "I did a matching test and the result was a match."
My heart was suddenly tightened by someone and I looked at him in disbelief.
"You wanted to donate a kidney to him?! But this would have a lifelong impact on your body …"
"I called you here just to inform you that the operation required family members to sign."
I looked at him straight. Yes, now his wife was still me. But in his heart, his family members had always been the people he was holding in his arms now.
I bit my lips tightly to prevent others from seeing my red eyes.
"I’ll sign."
When I wrote my name, every stroke seemed to make my heart bleed.
David changed into a surgical gown and lay on the operating cart. I watched him being wheeled away from a distance and finally couldn’t help shouting to him, "David, the operation went well!"
He raised his head, his eyes moved slightly, but he just nodded.
When he disappeared in the operating room, my tears finally fell. Although I didn’t want to admit it, David’s love for Jessica was so deep that he could risk his future half of his life. I walked out of the hospital in a daze and took a taxi back home.
David didn’t come back that night and he didn’t come back for many days. But every day I could see David’s recent situation from Jessica’s circle of friends.
The operation was successful, but he ignored his wounds and was busy arranging the best ward for Jessica’s adopted son and even transferred top medical teams from all over the world, just for Gregory to recover soon.
For so many years, he had never been so considerate and thorough to his daughter. Even when his daughter had chickenpox and kept asking for her dad, he still hung up the phone and worked overtime in the brightly lit office. In the end, he just asked his assistant to send a toy to his daughter.
Jessica’s latest circle of friends was a photo posted in the morning. [I would never meet a man who loved us mother and son so much again.]
David leaned against the head of the bed, kissing her belly devoutly while receiving an IV and his handsome face showed a cherishing look that I had never seen before. My heart ached fiercely and tears fell on the screen of the mobile phone, blurring David’s gentle profile.
